Pilgrim's Song
Man is lonely by birth,
Man is only a pilgrim on earth
Born to be king, time is but a temporary thing.
Only on loan while on earth.
Like the wind in the tree,
Man has been rather reckless and free,
Thrown far and wide, He longs to settle down beside,
The stream flow through eternity.
Like the grass on the lawn,
He will pass by the way and be gone,
A lesson to learn, We walk but once, there's no return.
Time is always moving on.
Man is longing for One,
For a song and a place in the sun,
A home up above, Where everyday is lived in love.
For rest when the journey is done.
