Something in me is stirringI think its the part of me
That waits in lonely exile
And yearns for a homeland.
It's the hidden part of m
That wanders aimlessly,
Stumbling in the dark,
Crying to be found.
O God of exiles and strangers
Find the homelss parts of me;
Guide them towards yourself,
For you are my Promised Land.
Take the stranger inside of me
And find familiar soil for it
Keep me mindful of the Emmanuel
Whose sojourn brought a glimpse of home.
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