Monica Rhodes : The Family of Things

(Verse 1)
You don’t have to be perfect, you don’t have to be good,
To stand right here where the saints once stood.
You don’t have to crawl on your knees in the sand,
A hundred miles through a desert land,
Repenting for sins you don’t understand.
Just let the soft animal inside of your chest,
Love what it loves, and find its rest.
(Chorus)
So tell me your despair, and I’ll tell you mine,
While the world moves on in a long, straight line.
The sun and the rain on the pebbles of stone,
Remind us we’re never truly alone.
High in the blue, where the air is so clear,
The wild geese are calling, and home is near.
(Verse 2)
Meanwhile the landscapes are shifting their hue,
Over the prairies and the deep trees too.
Over the mountains, where the rivers all run,
The work of the earth is never quite done.
And the wild geese fly through the clean, cold air,
Heading back home with no burden to bear.
(Bridge)
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
This isn't a dream, and it isn't for only
The brave or the strong or the ones with a crown
The world offers beauty to help you lay down
Your heavy imagination, your shadows and fears,
It’s been calling your name for a thousand years.
(Chorus)
So tell me your despair, and I’ll tell you mine,
While the world moves on in a long, straight line.
The sun and the rain on the pebbles of stone,
Remind us we’re never truly alone.
High in the blue, where the air is so clear,
The wild geese are calling, and home is near.
(Outro)
Harsh and exciting, they cry from the sky,
Announcing your place as the seasons go by.
In the family of things, where you’ve always belonged...
The journey was right, even when it felt wrong.