To all the travelers

Pilgrims longing for a home

From one who walks with you

On this journey called life's road

It is a long and winding road

From one who's seen the view

And dreamt of staying on the mountains high

And one who's cried like you

Wanting so much to lay down and die

I offer this, we must remember this

We are not home yet

We are not home yet

The sun sink low
and here I go
wrestling with questions that refuse and answer
this path of faith
can be a place
so barren of what I understand
I can hear
the voice of fear
saying let me show you annother way
so I cry out my Lord Jesus
It's in your love for me that I find all that I need

So where else could turn
and where else could I go
you have given me life