Like a pilgrim clings to visions when he reaches barren land
To find his only dreams were built on weak and shifting sand
I reach out for what I thought was love and lose my way again
Now here stand I the pilgrim and the desert has no end
Yet somewhere there's a river winding steadfast to the sea
Where Hope awaits with open arms to set that river free
I am struggling toward that final shore which marks my journey's end
Oh, let me not find empty beach where ocean once has been
I run from my oasis when I find You are not there
I lift my eyes toward Heaven once again my soul is bare
Then I turn to face the sunlight but I find another storm
Oh, lift this weary pilgrim's heart and find that heart a home
Words and music copyright ©1989 Betty Elders/ Whistling Pig Music (ASCAP) administered by BUG Music
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