Temporary Home

Lit-tle boy, 6 years old

A lit-tle too used to be-in' a-lone

An-oth-er new mom and dad, an-oth-er school

An-oth-er house that'll nev-er be home

When peo-ple ask him how he likes this place

He looks up and says with

a smile up-on his face:

"This is my tem-por-ar-y home

It's not where I be-long

Win-dows and rooms that I'm pass-in' through

This is just a stop,

on the way to where I'm go-ing

I'm not a-fraid be-cause I know

this is my Tem-por-ar-y Home"

Young mom on her own
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go
She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out
Because a half-way house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
Someday we'll find a place here in this world

"This is our temporary home
It's not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through
This is just a stop,
on the way to where we're going
I'm not afraid because I know
this is our Temporary Home"

Old man, hos-pi-tal bed

The room is filled with peo-ple he loves

And he whis-pers don't cry for me

I'll see you all some-day

He looks up and says

"I can see God's face"

"This is my tem-por-ar-y Home

It's not where I be-long

Win-dows and rooms that I'm pass-in' through

This is just a stop,

on the way to where I'm go-ing

I'm not a-fraid be-cause I know

this is my Tem-por-ar-y Home"

This is our tem-por-ar-y home