For the Rest of My Life

I will be moving for the rest of my life,Moving, moving, ever moving.For it calls me, ever calls meTo wander, ever wander Down the roads and byways In and out and through the earth untilI am called back home.And it is such a comfortTo know that in my restless journeyI have found a home,A place to warmMyself beside the fireThat burns within my bosomAnd calls me to the ones Whose lonesome stories I must know.We are one in our lost stories.We are one in the forsakingAnd together we will wanderWander, wander, at His biddingTill the answers come a knockingCome a knocking and presentingCome a knocking and unlockingThe doors that will unbreak usThough the world itself forsake usIn the waiting,We are not forgottenAnd though lost for a season,We will find our way back home.