Home is a real place

Home is a real place
by Joel Howard

I can't escape the flames of hell
They must be conquered in me
God couldn't rob the grave
He had to defeat it

Striving can't save
Nor can fury produce the
righteousness God intends

The god of success is proud, 
driven, and eager, 
yet restless

The prodigal comes home saved
The older brother while home
murders in his heart

In our desire to conquer 
let us not allow it to 
replace love, replace God, 
replace rested living