‘The Son of God has nowhere to lay his head’
And a daughter of God is without a home
Not the first and not the last
Wandering in the wilderness
No way forward and nowhere to go to
Closer to Jesus in events
But further away from God than ever before
But remember the mustard seed
That tiny little seed planted in the wilderness
Pushing through the ground to sprout
A shoot, a leaf then life flourishing
You are never alone
Even when you have nothing and no one
All is needed is a little faith
The tiniest seed to grow
And life is still there
God is still there
In his strong boughs
Is where I can lay my head
And where I call
Home
