"Fading memories ignored, I crawl across the forest floor.
Pool reflects an orphan child, dirty, lost, alone, and wild.
Fatherless, and nameless still; fallen heart, and broken,
Will there ever be a place where I belong?
"I cower 'neath the monster trees, and try to stand on tired feet.
But gravity knocks me to the ground,
where I give up and tears roll down.
I claw the dust and beg the end, curse the day that I began to hope
there'd be a place where I belong.
"I hear a sound I recognize. You lift my chin and seek my eyes.
The song of love You sing to me, I ache to sing it back to Thee.
'Father Love prepares a place, and brother Jesus leads the way,
Follow to the place where you belong.'
"How did I miss this wondrous song? The forest sang it all along.
River rinses all your shame, and Father offers you His name.
Father Love prepares a home, and brother Jesus leads you on,
Follow to the place where you belong.
"Father Love prepares a place, and brother Jesus leads the way,
Follow to the place where you belong."
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i love chris rice =) thanks for the comment on the new look, just something i thought i'd try. i thought there was a way to customize it more, but i guess i'll just have to play with it.
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