She wrapped her baby in a blanket, Said “We’ll be there by the dawn.” Water black as broken promise, But faith kept pushin’ her along. There’s a land she’s never seen, But it lives inside her song — Every mile, she hums “Deliver me,” And keeps movin’ on. Some cross Jordan into promise, Some cross Styx and disappear. Some find angels waitin’ on the shoreline, Some find no one standin’ near. If the water ever calls my name, And I find myself adrift — Lord, let me be the shore for someone else Who’s crossed that rift. A man who taught in Aleppo Now cleans floors in Tennessee. He says, “Back home I had a classroom, Here I’ve got my dignity.” He sends his wages through the wire, So his sister can be free — And he prays that when they meet again, She’ll still believe in me. Some cross Jordan into promise, Some cross Styx and disappear. Some find angels waitin’ on the shoreline, Some find no one standin’ near. If the water ever calls my name, And I find myself adrift — Lord, let me be the shore for someone else Who’s crossed that rift. Maybe heaven ain’t a country, Maybe grace ain’t made of ground. Maybe home’s the hand that pulls you in When you thought you might go down. There’s a diner on the highway, Where the night shift never ends. An old man warms the stew, says, “We all need a place to mend.” He don’t ask for papers, Just how long it’s been since you’ve eaten. And for a while that counter light Feels like the world's still decent. Some cross Jordan into promise, Some cross Styx and lose their way. But if love’s the boat that bears us over, We’ll reach the light someday. If the water ever calls my name, And I find myself adrift — Lord, let me be the shore for someone else Who’s crossed that rift.
