Tell me where is the road I can call my own,
That I left, that i lost, so long ago.
All these years I have wondered, oh when will I know,
There’s a way, there’s a road that will lead me home.
After wind, After rain, when the dark is done,
As i wake from a dream, in the gold of day,
Through the air there’s a calling from far away,
There’s a voice I can hear that will lead me home.
“Rise up, follow me, come away,” is the call,
With the love in your heart as the only song;
There is no such beauty as where you belong,
Rise up, follow me, I will lead you home.
Travelling mercies to all today and the rest of this week. May we all find that place we long to be.
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.