Safe Home

Home, wrapped in golden fading sunshine
Steals my breath until I still my aching soul
Home, filled with noisy never-still life
Waves of music crash upon my thirsty soul

And on my way home, it’s safe
Despite everything I found a way
To live with the pain I’ve known
And on my way home, with grace
I’ve made a place, a sacred space
A gift to call my own
My home

Old wood grains, filled in with stain
A craftsman laid his hands, his knees upon this floor
More than this, these histories we still receive
We live, we breathe, we pass it on

And on our way home, it’s safe
Despite everything we found a way
To live with the pain we’ve known
And on our way home, with grace
We’ve made a place, a sacred space
A gift to call our own...

Our homes, our homes
We’re born, we die, we share our lives
With the people we call home
Our homes, our homes
With the best we have we’ll give our last
To the people we call home

And on our way home, it’s safe
Despite everything we found a way
To live with the pain we’ve known
And on our way home, with grace
We’ve made a place, a sacred space
A gift to call our own
Our homes