I’m a child of no land
But I belong to the Chosen’s hands
Standing free by his grace
Strength to be, to see his face
Drifting, crushed
Tired, pushed
Exhaustion sending
My soul is hushed
Christ Jesus, trust me,
My strength, my Saviour
Creator Sets Free
A child of no land,
That I am
The calls of heart
I’m a broken man
Christ my song
Sings to me
His hearts, my heart
Jesus, please!
Christ my Savior
Creator Sets Free
Jesus, please,
I’m trying to cling
I’m exhausted to sing
Life to bring
Doth your Spirit be
Please help me to preach
Your prophet be
I AM that I AM
Come to see
A prophet’s Moses
To Christ
To be
Josiah; As a military brat, one of the hardest things to adjust to in adult life is feeling like I have no home on this planet. In some ways, I've had to try to make my home more than anything else, but I've really had to learn that Jesus, and Jesus alone, is my home.
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