I will be moving for the rest of my life,
Moving, moving, ever moving. For it calls me, ever calls me To wander, ever wander Down the roads and byways In and out and through the earth until I am called back home. And it is such a comfort To know that in my restless journey I have found a home, A place to warm Myself beside the fire That burns within my bosom And calls me to the ones Whose lonesome stories I must know. We are one in our lost stories. We are one in the forsaking And together we will wander Wander, wander, at His bidding Till the answers come a knocking Come a knocking and presenting Come a knocking and unlocking The doors that will unbreak us Though the world itself forsake us In the waiting, We are not forgotten And though lost for a season, We will find our way back home.
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