The Way Home
When I was younger as a gag gift my dad received a music box with a hobo on top of it. The hobo was hanging onto a light post with one hand and a bottle of moonshine with the other. When you wound it up the song “Show me the way to go home” would play.
When we live in the flesh, we are a little bit like the Hobo running around in circles chasing our tails trying to find our way home.
Jesus is the only way and because of His blood I have found my way home.