Find Our Way Home

He believed in the things

That he always thought he knew

And had done all the things

That he always wanted to do

Collecting

Each thing reflecting his worth

But now he pondered

How he had wandered this earth

For we all seem to give our lives away

Searching for things that we think we must own

Until on this evening

When the year is leaving

We all try to find our way home

He had time or at least then he

Always thought he did

And mistakes, well, he thought that time

Always would forgive

Each transgression

For his intention

Forgetting

Years he squandered

On things he now was regretting

For we all seem to give our lives away

Searching for things that we think we must own

Until on this evening

When the year is leaving

We all try to find our way home

For we all seem to give our lives away

Searching for things that we think we must own

But on this evening

When the year is leaving

I think I would be alright

If on this Christmas night

I could just find my way home

THERE IS SOMETHING ABOUT THIS NIGHT

THAT THE LORD HAS ARRANGED

THAT REACHES DEEP INTO OUR SOULS

AND CAUSES US TO WANT TO CHANGE

AND ANGELS KNOW THINGS ABOUT US

THAT NO ELSE CAN KNOW

AND THIS ANGEL'S HEART IT FORMED A PLAN

AND THEN CAUSED THE NIGHT TO SNOW