Fading memories ignored,
I crawl across the forest floor.
Pool reflects an orphan child:

Dirty, lost, alone and wild.

Fatherless and nameless still,

Fallen heart and broken;

Will there ever be a place where I belong?

I cower ‘neath the monster trees,

And try to stand on tired feet,

But gravity knocks me to the ground

Where I give up, and tears roll down.

I claw the dust and beg the end;

Curse the day that I began

To hope there’d be a place where I belong.

I hear a sound I recognize:
You lift my chin and seek my eyes.

Song of love You sing to me ...

I ache to sing it back to Thee:

"Father Love prepares a place,

Brother Jesus leads the way:

Follow to the place where you belong!"

How did I miss this wondrous song?

The forest sang it all along ...

"River rinses all your shame,

Father offers you His name.

Father Love prepares a home,

Brother Jesus leads you on —

Follow to the place where you belong!"