How Lovely Is Your Dwelling Place? Poem by Loidz Mythought

How lovely is your dwelling place?
When will I be there—oh, when?
My heart races, restless, longing,
For life is weary, the road unkind.
Wandering through the emptiness,
I crawl, reaching—aching to find You.
To breathe with ease, so simple, so free,
Yet it feels like a weight upon me.
A burden unseen, heavy and deep,
Drowning my soul in silence and grief.
How lovely is your dwelling place?
A refuge beyond time's cruel embrace.
Even a moment within its peace
Would heal the wounds this world has carved.
To run, to rest beneath Your shade,
The only comfort, my only escape.
Through trials, sorrow, endless strife,
Your presence shines—the light of life.
How lovely, how beautiful, is Your place.