After years and years
of coming back from far away,
I see it has always been here.

Not as a place, exactly,
but as a presence—
the kind you walk into
without noticing the door.

We ran our share of hard races,
argued the good arguments,
kept faith the best we knew how,
always thinking we were headed forward,
only to find ourselves returning.

Ruth said it simply:
Where you go, I will go.
That was enough
to make a life of it.

Paul, near the end,
called it a good fight—
said the course was run,
the faith kept,
and left the rest
to grace.

Abraham walked on
without a map,
trusting the voice
that called him out.

So the years circle back,
and we wait again
for the child to appear—
not knowing when,
or where,
only that God keeps time
better than we do.

Old quarrels fade.
Pride loosens its grip.
We lift our eyes—
help comes from the Lord,
steady as shade
at the right hand.

Home, it turns out,
is not behind us.

The Savior is with us—
then, now, and still to come—
in our hands,
our houses,
our held-together hearts.

So we sing,
smile,
and hold hands,
past the noise and the distance.

Tonight,
this is enough—
with Sarah’s bright laugh.

Jesus is home—
with Mary and Joseph,
and with us,
here,
in 2025.

– TaeHun Yoon