[Sitar Solo] [Verse 1] These borrowed hands, these borrowed years We hold them loose, then lose them here A paycheck spent, a name in stone Still none of this was ever owned [Pre-Chorus] We bring our noise, we bring our pride Lay it down and step inside Little by little, we start to see Only Your mercy carries me [Chorus] Eternal home, eternal home This world was never ours to own Your hand, my hand Learning how to follow where You stand Eternal home, eternal home We’re passing through, not staying long Side by side, we go Toward the place our Lord has shown (eternal home) [Verse 2] Crowns on the shelf, dust on the gold Great names fade the way they’re told Kings and scholars, soldiers too All go back the same as me and you [Pre-Chorus] We keep the faith, we keep the flame Whisper grace and call His name What I clutch and what I lose Turn to prayer in the worn-out shoes [Chorus] Eternal home, eternal home This world was never ours to own Your hand, my hand Learning how to follow where You stand Eternal home, eternal home We’re passing through, not staying long Side by side, we go Toward the place our Lord has shown (eternal home) [Verse 3] Monday morning, the sun on a cracked front step Bills on the table, and all the things we kept Still every road bends back to dust So we learn to trade the fading for trust [Langspil Solo] [Verse 4] One old Bible, one small lamp Quiet room and a folding chair You read the words I never knew And somehow they read me through [Bridge] When the road runs out And the body slows You don’t leave us here You lead us home No crown can stay No grave can keep The ones You call Will rise and sleep no more [Sarod Solo] [Final Chorus] Eternal home, eternal home This world was never ours to own Your hand, my hand Learning how to follow where You stand Eternal home, eternal home We’re passing through, not staying long Side by side, we go Toward the place our Lord has shown Eternal home, eternal home When this old life lets go, we’ll know (eternal home) [Outro] Eternal home, eternal home The borrowed days fall soft and slow Names in the paper, dust in the clay Still You call us farther away Eternal home, eternal home No map, no gold, just grace and song A narrow road, a steady hand Your throne, Your peace, our promised land [Fidla Solo]
