Текст песни: Wandering Spirit + перевод

I’ve been waiting for streets paved with gold

Staying alive, but numb from the cold

Drifting away, for the bent of the flesh is to stray

Lord, help me obey

Falling, but His gentle hand

Lifts me again, and helps me to stand

How can it be, there is so much rebellion in me

Oh, Lord set me free

The lamp is burning, the table prepared

For the wayfaring son’s coming home

Oh, Holy Father come dwell in this place

Or my wandering spirit will roam

Father of Lights, no shadow of change

Giving Your life, for mine in exchange

Scarlet to white, You have given my blind eyes their sight

Lord, make me contrite

The lamp is burning, the table prepared

For the wayfaring son’s coming home

Oh, Holy Father come dwell in this place

Or my wandering spirit will roam

On Your cross I died, justice satisfied

With my Lord I rose, and the living water flows

The lamp is burning, the table prepared

For the wayfaring son’s coming home

Oh, Holy Father come dwell in this place

Or my wandering spirit will roam

Перевод песни Wandering Spirit