Coming Home
In the small town of Bethlehem
where Joseph and Mary came by,
I kneel down to pray and worship
on the spot where the baby slept.
To Nazareth’s rolling hills I come
to knock on the carpenter's door
and in nearby Cana I sip the wine
gathered from among its vines.
I wash my feet in the river Jordan
where John sanctified the Lord,
asking to be cleansed of my sins
on its flowing, life-giving waters.
Aboard a boat in the Sea of Galilee
in spirit merged with the fisherman,
I cast away all my woes and cares
to place my complete faith in Him.
Just as Jesus fought with the devil
in Jericho's foreboding mountains,
I gain full strength and inspiration
grappling with my own temptations.
I walk the streets of old Jerusalem
and in Gethsemane's olive garden;
oh, just to set foot in the Holy Land
is to be home where it all began.
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