I rejoice that you are close and lament that you are far; shed tears of joy and sing songs of sorrow.
Looking deep into the night sky for the ever star, searching—waiting for the rays of tomorrow.
My body in Babylon, my heart in Zion
Sojourners boots worn weary from the cold.
My present, cobblestone as unforgiving as a lion. My future, shining highways and alleys paved with gold.