There is a place between comfort and confusion
A feeling of peace muddled up with the storm
Patience being in holy matrimony with haste
Spices of life spiked with a stale putrid taste

There is Haran and there will be Canaan
There is the father's mansion and a vague concrete plan
To leave it all and walk in the wilderness
Bethel is sought after with hunger and thirst

But I have seen the stars and they are uncountable
The constellations make the mountains submountable
Leaving it all behind, we never had a choice
We are but wanderers following a still small voice

So with the wife and the nephew and bags packed
We would believe our sanity remains intact
We cross our hearts and know we died
Sojourn in search of our soul's delight.