Home Prayer

Eric Schuurman, 1985
Eric Schuurman, 1985

So far away, so far away,
so far away from home.

So far away, so far away,
so far away from home.

Each morning I awake and pray
this is my homecoming day.
If it’s blue or gray,
It was meant to be that way.

If it thunders and storms
I pray that you stay safe and warm.
In your home away from harm.
Beneath the shelter of his arm.

So far away, so far away,
so far away from home.

Soon the sun that melts the snow,
makes the trees and grass to grow,
shall warm our bodies and our souls,
and cause the summer winds to
blow us all so far away.

Every night alone I pray
all my dreams will fly someday.
And when it seems I’ve lost my way,
I look to my homecoming day.

So far away, so far away,
so far away from home.

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Author: eric@ericschuurman.com

Father, mechanical drafter, musician.