But the time is coming and is already here when true worshippers will worship the father in spirit and in truth. The father is looking for anyone who will worship Him that way. - John 4:23
As I survey the ground for ants Looking for a place to sit and read I'm reminded of the streets of my hometown How they're much like this concrete, that's warm beneath my feet And how I'm all wrapped up in my mother's face With a touch of my father just up around the eyes And the sound of my brother's laugh But more wrapped up in what binds our ever distant lives Pre-CHORUS: But if I must go Things I trust will be better off without me But I don't want to know Life is better off a mystery CHORUS: So keep 'em coming, these lines on the road And keep me responsible, be it a light or heavy load And keep me guessing with these blessings in disguise And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes. Hometown weather is on TV I imagine the lives of the people living there And I'm curious if they imagine me 'Cause they just wanna leave; I wish that I could stay Pre-CHORUS: But I get turned around I mistake some happiness for blessing But I'm blessed as the poor Still I judge success by how I'm dressing CHORUS So I'll sing a song of my hometown I'll breathe the air and walk the streets Maybe find a place to sit and read And the ants are welcome company CHORUS