Settled

My grandfather's family were settlers.
I have found a place to dwell.

In the place of His coming,
digging Jacob's well.

I found a place among people
who received me as their own.

God's people who are children,
the world's microphone.

I still seek a land of promise,
a place far off from where I am.

I see a place of dwelling where I
myself can stand.

Fed by the multitude of fish
and loaves who are my friends.

The world's cast-offs, the dreamers-
the kind who are His gems.

I found a place of dwelling,
a place where music sounds.

A place of peace and a land
of prosperity where
the light of Christ resounds.

I sing to those who are captives,
being set free.

A song of liberty and freedom
for all around to see.

Will you join me in this chorus?
Where voices join as one.

For I am singing to Jesus,
God's only begotten son.

The voice of many waters
is my delight.

His heart sings over me.