As far as the eye sees To the horizon and all around Nothing but endless emptiness I cannot go back for futility itβs not
The voice whispering within This is the way walk in it Not a sound, not a soul, not a wind But all light, bright, silent and peace
The strangeness in my heart I bear to the land beyond Strange tongues surrounded me Too long, too long, away from home
Renewed in every step Refreshed by the stars Strengthened in every breathe And my food is my heart
As the blind sees not the stars The prophet knows not the future But only the assurance of the truth Thus I walk the endless vastness
Blessed are those whose strength is in You, whose hearts are set on pilgrimage. As they pass through the Valley of Baca, they make it a place of springs; even the autumn rain covers it with pools. They go from strength to strength, until each appears before God in Zion. [Ps 84:5-7]