Oh it's lonesome in this place when all my words are at arm's length
Out of Egypt, keep the faith
When I don't know how to relate
Oh it's lonesome in this place when all my words are at arm's length
Cross the Jordan, keep the faith
When I don't know how to relate
The truth that aging has brought me: all my friends are scattered to the wind
Like seeds in the soil, take up root, never come back home again
The truth that aging has brought me, all Your love is scattered to the wind
Like seeds in the soil, take up root, until You come back home again
Maybe I couldn't save her, but I could give Your love to everybody else
Lend me the strength of Your shoulder when I can't carry this cross myself