Everybody wants to have a home,
a place where they do belong,
a space to be themselves
where the life-masks that they wear
can be taken off.
Everybody wants a bed
where their bodies can come to rest,
where they can go to faraway dreams
and wish that dreams become reality,
in a haven, a soul's resting place.
Everybody wants to believe
that they have a path of righteousness,
a road to travel on, a destiny to pursue,
to find themselves
but all roads do come to an end,
my soul does cry out to be comforted
when that hour is near.
Everybody wants a beautiful garden
where flowers do always bloom,
even I do wish for that kind of tranquillity to stay;
and in everything a kind of bliss that overflows,
in everything that I do.
Lord, I do pray that You will answer me
in all of the prayers that I raise to You everyday.
Lord, help my soul to rest.
Everybody wants to belong to somebody
that will accept them just as they are
in the presence of the Lord.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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