The Orphan sing and play along

Maybe I push when I'm meant to be still,

maybe I take it all too personal.

Jesus, how to reconcile?

The joyful noise,

the ancient land,

the tug from some invisible hand,

the dying mother weaving bulrushes

along the Nile.

Float her basket over the sea.

Here on a barren shore

we'll be waiting for

a tailwind to carry her orphan's cry.

Don't you worry, child,

I wrote a lullaby.

I try to settle, but I just pass through.

A rain dog, a gypsy,

a wand'ring Jew.

All those homes

were not ours.

Then I slept one night in Abraham's field and dreamt there was no moon the night he died

counting stars.

Selah.

Building you a home,

building you a home,

building you a home,

we're building you a home.

Selah.

So float her basket over the sea.

Here on a barren shore

we'll be waiting for

a tailwind to carry an orphan's cry.

Don't you worry, child,

I'm gon I sing wrote a lullaby.

Float her basket over the sea.

Here on a barren shore

we'll be waiting for

a tailwind to bring us an your sweet cry.

Don't you worry, child,

I'm gon I sing you a lullaby.