Words and Music by Cris Williamson
Everyone is in need of true sanctuary, to the point of being "weeping-ripe", an olde phrase I found that seemed so right. The object of the journey through storms and struggle is to finally arrive Home.
CHORUS
Through the ocean of storms
Through the sea of crises
We feel the ice ease its hold upon the heart
O, we are weeping-ripe for sanctuary
Carry us home, let sanctuary start
And the rising tide lifts all boats
Little boats that ride upon the sea
Seas of sorrow, running tears of pain
We'll sail tomorrow, we'll sail tomorrow
We'll sail tomorrow, 'til we are home again
CHORUS
So hoist your sails when the wind is fair
May harbor-home prevail, for the heart is there
Let sanctuary start, all lost will be found
By the willing heart, by the willing heart
By the willing heart
BRIDGE
Home ground, home town, hide-out, hide away
Safe hold, safe place, cast out, castaway
CHORUS
©2012 Cris Williamson/ Bird Ankles Music (BMI)