That calling, that calling, that flows from that place, that place that keeps calling me home. Though I know not the way, I am guided each day “with purpose, please let yourself roam.”

That fire, that fire, that flows from that place, that place that I’ll not live without. I must fan its great flame and honor its name and from morning through night be devout.

That quiet, that quiet, that flows from that place, and speaks to me after the storm. It convicts to the heart that made a new start that hope is what best keeps blood warm.