Copyright, Publishing and Licensing:  Tracy Howe/The Restoration Project
1191 Forest Edge Rd, Woodland Park, CO 80863

Wanderer

My father was a refugee running from the battles
Making strangers of the places he had been
My mother was a pilgrim wandering trails that covered continents
Looking for a Mecca to settle in

I am the unwanted child holding on to the aftermath
Of all they left behind
But not all abandoned, no not all forsaken
No not all who wander here are lost

My father was a refugee believing he’d been wronged
Pushed from his house having nightmares of destruction
My mother was a pilgrim never stopping to believe
Always searching for another way to be

I am the unwanted child holding on to the aftermath
Of all they left behind
But not all abandoned, no not all forsaken
No not all who wander here are lost

You find me on the battle lines of all I do believe
And the blood spills on either side of me
You find me on the battle lines of all I do believe
And the blood spills on both sides of me

Can you make in me a quiet place where I can feel at home?
Can you make in me a gentle place where I can feel at home?
Can you make in me a quiet place where I can feel at home?

Can you make in me a gentle place where I can feel at home?