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You did not have a home
11:10 am on Thursday, Oct. 09, 2003

And You did not have a home
There were places You visited frequently
You took off Your shoes and scratched Your feet
'Cause you knew that the whole world belonged to the meek
But You did not have a home
No, You did not have a home

So You did not take a wife
There were pretty maids all in a row
Who lined up to touch the hem of Your robe
But You had no place to take them, so
You did not take a wife
No, You did not take a wife

Birds have nests, foxes have dens
But the hope of the whole world rests
On the shoulders of a homeless man
You had the shoulders of a homeless man
You did not have a home

And you had no stones to throw
Well, You came without an ax to grind
You did not tow the party line
No wonder sight came to the blind
You had no stones to throw
No, You had no stones to throw

So You rode and ass' foal
Well, they spread their coats and cut down palms
For You and Your donkey to walk upon
But the world won't find what it thinks it wants
On the back of an ass' foal
So I guess You had to get sold
'Cause the world can't stand what it cannot own
And it can't own You
'Cause You did not have a home

Birds have nests, foxes have dens
But the hope of the whole world rests
On the shoulders of a homeless man
You had the shoulders of a homeless man
You did not have a home

By Rich Mullins

Rich was another homeless man. He lived wherever he could find a place. He stopped by homes of friends, or even aquainteneces, to shower, eat a proferred meal, take a quick nap, but there were few places he called home. His final estate was little enough to fit in an 8x10 storage unit. The reason I write this is, because that homeless man went home six years ago as of the 17th of last month. He is finally in the place he belongs, and I can't wait to get there to hear him play in person for the first time ever.

That and I want in on the Rich Mullins/ Johnny Cash jam session that I know without a doubt is happening right now, as I type this.

Love in Christ,

Joy

the latest:
A prayer for today. . . - Monday, Aug. 29, 2005
A baby. . . - Wednesday, Aug. 24, 2005
Update. . .a baby!!! - Saturday, Jul. 16, 2005
Easter. . . - Monday, Mar. 28, 2005
Today is the day that the Lord has made. . . - Monday, Mar. 21, 2005

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You did not have a home 11:10 am on Thursday, Oct. 09, 2003 And You did not have a home There were places You visited frequently You took off Your shoes and scratched Your feet 'Cause you knew that the whole world belonged to the meek But You did not have a home No, You did not have a home So You did not take a wife There were pretty maids all in a row Who lined up to touch the hem of Your robe But You had no place to take them, so You did not take a wife No, You did not take a wife Birds have nests, foxes have dens But the hope of the whole world rests On the shoulders of a homeless man You had the shoulders of a homeless man You did not have a home And you had no stones to throw Well, You came without an ax to grind You did not tow the party line No wonder sight came to the blind You had no stones to throw No, You had no stones to throw So You rode and ass' foal Well, they spread their coats and cut down palms For You and Your donkey to walk upon But the world won't find what it thinks it wants On the back of an ass' foal So I guess You had to get sold 'Cause the world can't stand what it cannot own And it can't own You 'Cause You did not have a home Birds have nests, foxes have dens But the hope of the whole world rests On the shoulders of a homeless man You had the shoulders of a homeless man You did not have a home Birds have nests, foxes have dens But the hope of the whole world rests On the shoulders of a homeless man You had the shoulders of a homeless man You did not have a home By Rich Mullins Rich was another homeless man. He lived wherever he could find a place. He stopped by homes of friends, or even aquainteneces, to shower, eat a proferred meal, take a quick nap, but there were few places he called home. His final estate was little enough to fit in an 8x10 storage unit. The reason I write this is, because that homeless man went home six years ago as of the 17th of last month. He is finally in the place he belongs, and I can't wait to get there to hear him play in person for the first time ever. That and I want in on the Rich Mullins/ Johnny Cash jam session that I know without a doubt is happening right now, as I type this. Love in Christ, Joy the latest: A prayer for today. . . - Monday, Aug. 29, 2005 A baby. . . - Wednesday, Aug. 24, 2005 Update. . .a baby!!! - Saturday, Jul. 16, 2005 Easter. . . - Monday, Mar. 28, 2005 Today is the day that the Lord has made. . . - Monday, Mar. 21, 2005 before & after