Belongin'

I suppose you can argue til the cows come home about how long I have been living in the south.  Geography, time and space ain’t my strong suit, but all I know Is in my heart I’ve lived here fir always.  Fir me, home is where my heart has been longing to belong.  Now don’t go askin’ me why I wrestled with movin’ where I knew I were meant to be, but finally I did make the journey.

The road trip to Tennessee was long to be sure.  Traveling all by my lonesome meant nobody could take over when I was tuckered out.  Coffee and faith I could make it, kept me goin even when I was fairly certain I couldn’t.  I was on the adventure of a lifetime.

Not havin’ firm plans, movin’ around like a rabbit in a field for the first few months were needed but crazy to be sure.  It’ll make you wonder if your head is still on straight.  Finally I found me a place to live.  A safe haven of rest and where laughter fills its pertty walls.  People who enter have a hard time leavin’ and I wouldn’t have it any other way. It fills my heart like nothing much else does when people feel welcome and want to stay a while.  There ain’t nothin’ like the feeling of being home.