Foxes have holes, birds of the air have nests,but the son of man has no place to lay His head.
No place to lay my head,
no place where I can rest awhile.
This weary pilgrim needs a place to call home.
A refuge from the storm.
The birds have their nest,
where they can rest.
Is there a place where I can go?
Please tell me, tell me now.
What will I do now?
With no place to lay my head.
Seems like so many years,
I have lived my life in constant fear.
Wanting to run away,
to escape the noise running through my head.
Where do I run?
Where do I hide?
From all this hurt inside.
The foxes have holes and the birds have their nest.
But where can I go to find peace and rest?
Where can I find some peace of mind?
Is there someone I can run to,
Is there someone I can tell
all my fears to?
And now what runs through my mind,
and my hearts longing to find
someone I can turn to.
So I will keep searching to find.
The foxes have holes, and the birds have their nest,
I just need a place I can call home.
by wanda Jess, May 23,2005
