I want to run away – back to my own people and my own language.
Instead we buy a house here.
I want to make my own path, my own way in life.
Instead, I follow the Shepherd.
I don’t want the troubles and difficulties I’m sure are ahead.
But faith reminds me not to throw away my crown.
I think everyone must be able to see the conflict inside me.
But only His eyes can understand to the depths of my soul.
He leads me up a steep, winding path.
I go slowly, but I keep climbing.
I pass through many fires.
But I am not burned, only purified.
My soul is ground down and thirsty.
I need to drink of the Living Water.
Where am I going?
To a city that is more permanent than this one.
Where will I find rest?
In the city where there are no more tears.
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