Will anything begin to get familiar?

Nothing seems familiar in this place anymore.
This earth doesn't quite feel like home. And I'm left trying to gather and muster up something familiar in this world. But I can't come up with anything.
I'm seeking Jesus and his calling.. but what else can be put on the alter Lord?
Anytime I try to grab hold onto something that's not of you, I feel empty.
This earth is fading away..this time is gone. No familiar nook to hide my head from the storm.
I guess this is when I face things head on, with extremity and with no holding back. I gripping my white knuckles over the plow, and I'm not looking back. There's No going back to Egypt when Life was simpler, when life was familiar. When those idols gave such comfort to my soul. Jesus is coming, and his firey eyes are upon me positioning me to gain what I cannot lose. I'm looking towards the heavens, trying to fixate my eyes on the things unseen, I no longer want what I want. I can no longer trust what I think I can trust. The Lord holds the power, the dominion, the breadth in my lungs, and I can't go back to settling in the christian dissulion.
There is a kingdom to advance, there are souls to reach.
Jesus come back the anticipation is killing us, we want to see your kingdom come. Let it flood over this earth like the heavens take rightful place in your sight and majesty, we want the same father. Are these just ramblings? And are these just thoughts? Coming out of dry and weary soul? But I think they are coming from a soul that is passionate about you Jesus. I want to see You Jesus. But responsibilities call... But I'm still asking for initimacy. So come and interrupt my everyday life and take ownership of this mundane lifestyle.

Back again Lord, there's still a hunger, my souls not at rest. It's still sooo thirty, it's aching with pain because the hole in my heart is missing you. I need you to hug and minister to my very being, put your loving arms around me, and let me know you are the G-d I know, love, and long for. I have to know that I'm not just loving on God of four walls, or a God of my own image. But by my breadth and your word, let us commune and know each other. Run away with me, I've been looking everywhere for you! So now it's about time.

" I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My Love is knocking! Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my perfect one. For my head is drenched in dew, my hair with droplets of the night.I have taken off my clothing How can I put it back on? I have washed my feet. How can I get them dirty? My Love thrust his hand through the opening, and my feelings were stirred for him.I rose to open for my love. My hands dripping with myrrh, my fingers flowing with myrrh on the handles of the bolt. I opened to my love, but my love turned and gone away. I was crushed that he had left. I sought him, but did not find him. I called him, but he did not answer.The gaurds who go about the city found me. They beat and wounded me; they took my cloack from me- the gaurdians of the walls. Young women of Jerusalem, I charge you: if you find my love, tell him that I am LOVE.SICK. " Song of Solomon 5:2-8

Staying up waiting for you Lord, wondering when we're going to start walking more intimately with one another. I can't fake that I am not faint of lack of love from you. I need you, no other lover will do. You are the fairest of 10,000, I would rather have you than anyone else. Jesus come back and marry your bride.(The spirit and the Bride say come!)- Rev.22:17