The Orphan Newsboys

Maybe I push when I'm meant to be still
Maybe I take it all to personal
Jesus, how to reconcile
The joyful noise
The ancient land
The tug from some invisible hand
The dying mother weaving bulrushes
Along the Nile

Chorus
Float her basket over the sea
Here on a barren shore
We'll be waiting for
A tailwind to carry her (an) orphan's cry
Don't you worry, child
I wrote a lullaby

I try to settle, but I just pass through
A rain dog, gypsy
A wandering Jew
All those homes were not ours
Then I slept one night
In Abraham's field
And dreamt there was no moon
The night he died
Counting stars
Selah