All Works

I'm homeward-bound. My feet at last my previous steps retracing;

Bruised and battered, pressed and shattered,

He looked at the world in wonder;

When a strange scene caught my sight—

A wise young king wrote long ago;

Have you heard the sound of heartbreak?

A dear old friend I missed today;

Why'd You turn Your face away?

When the master calls His chosen

'I know where I'm going,' we say.

When we're young we live our lives

When I once prayed, "Thy will be done"

Yet from my former life I've learned

Nature at it's finest.

I was gripped by lethal fright,

At this world so cold and gray,