Heaven is our Home

"Heaven is my home"

Last year I moved to Paris with stars in my eyes. Ready to take life by the reign. Soon the grey cold rainy skies turned my heart a bit frigid, feeling the foreignness and weight of the city. I walked down the street one night into a vintage boutique and met Natalia: wrapped in a fur coat and full of conversation. We chatted about art and home. I asked where home was, she boldly stated "Heaven is my home". This conversation was the catalyst for my year in Paris, throwing me into community and color. I went to church with Natalia and have since met some of my dearest friends and found family here in the city of light. Sometimes a simple conversation can change our lives.  

Heaven is our home

So we’ve moved in here

Breaking baguettes, the body of Christ

Fine wine, a communion we carry to the streets of Paris

Heaven is our home

A cathedral amidst chaos, let’s open our doors wide

To poets and painter, florists and freelancers

Listen to accents of our voices in worship

Becoming one body we swing in dance

Heaven is our home

The table fully set

Chez-nous let us not forget

To come with our hands empty, wide open

To see what the father will provide

Heaven is our home

When we’re far away from the familiar

Mixing the magnificent and mundane

Coming and going,

Together

Heaven is our home

Markets and metro line, let the kingdom come

As we become family

Earth suddenly feeling

A bit more like heaven

Held in our hands, coffee cups and conversations

Converting our hearts to eternity

Heaven is my home

Here with everyone else

Searching for a spacious place for my heart to move in

Doors swing wide

The stranger welcomed

Becoming a neighbor, drawing near

Seeds of hope sewn in our garden city. To bloom where we are planted

Heaven is our home

In the city of light

Amongst the many

Making family

Here with you

- la cité community -

-Paris 2018-