pilgrim

I'm a pilgrim in the backseat
As the miles stretch endless on.
And I cry out, "Are we there yet?"
As I search the scape for home.

Restless, relentless, child of fear-
"How much longer?" still I squeal.
And my Father simply smiles at me,
And firmly grips the wheel.

I'm a child who has to be carried-
But my Father's arms are strong.
And by His strength He'll guide me
Through the journey safely home.