You have brought me to this place of sweet dependence
In the valley on the way to my home
Where my dreams have turned to question marks,
Burning deep inside my heart
As I think and I laugh and I roam,
As a vagabond in a valley going home.
I have nothing here to eat but what You give,
And I have no water but the rivers you pour forth,
No shelter but my Sweetest Friend,
No musice but the songs You send,
No beauty but Your glory springing from the earth,
And the little pleasures You're always sending forth.
So I will wait on my Provider in this valley
And I will close my eyes and think of home
And think that if you provide all my needs
Then You will work out these dreams,
Burning in my heart as I roam,
As a vagabond in a valley going home.
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