The Search For Home

A place to lay my head I searchto dream my dreams so sweet.A bough or branch for me to perch,to rest my weary feet.For endless time it seems I’ve roamedto places near and far,to find the dream I’ve heard called home,I’ve wished upon the starsI’ve drifted west and then back eastand the wandering goes on,the wandering in me.Yet in northern snow and southern heatI’ve found no home,no home to be.But still I look and look I willpast mountains and valleys and waters so still.And if by chance I find that placewhich God above has blessed with grace,where in my heart I find just a traceof peace and hope and love,then I’ll close my eyes and rest my headand be joyful that at last I knowI’ve reach the place which I often dreamtI’ve reached the place called Home