Rich Mullins Album: A Liturgy, a Legacy, and a Ragamuffin Band Track: Land of My Sojourn
Land of My Sojourn Lyrics
Rich Mullins and Beaker Joshua 2:1-24, Psalm 137:1-6, First Peter 1:17
And the coal trucks come a-runnin' With their bellies full of coal And their big wheels a-hummin' Down this road that lies open like the soul of a woman Who hid the spies who were lookin' For the land of the milk and the honey And this road she is a woman She was made from a rib Cut from the sides of these mountains Oh these great sleeping Adams Who are lonely even here in paradise Lonely for somebody to kiss them And I'll sing my song, and I'll sing my song In the land of my sojourn
And the lady in the harbor She still holds her torch out To those huddled masses who are Yearning for a freedom that still eludes them The immigrant's children see their brightest dreams shattered Here on the New Jersey shoreline in the Greed and the glitter of those high-tech casinos But some mendicants wander off into a cathedral And they stoop in the silence And there their prayers are still whispered And I'll sing their song, and I'll sing their song In the land of my sojourn
Nobody tells you when you get born here How much you'll come to love it And how you'll never belong here So I call you my country And I'll be lonely for my home And I wish that I could take you there with me
And down the brown brick spine of some dirty blind alley All those drain pipes are drippin' out the last Sons Of Thunder While off in the distance the smoke stacks Were belching back this city's best answer
And the countryside was pocked With all of those mail pouch posters Thrown up on the rotting sideboards of These rundown stables like the one that Christ was born in When the old world started dying And the new world started coming on And I'll sing His song, and I'll sing His song In the land of my sojourn
In the land of my sojourn And I will sing His song In the land of my sojourn
