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Poor Pilgrim of Sorrow

from Growing Old In Public by June Star

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I am a poor pilgrim of sorrow,
Cast out in this wide world to roam;
Uncertain of life for tomorrow,
I want to make heaven my home.
Sometimes I am both tossed and driven;
Sometimes I know not where to roam;
I hear of a city called heaven,
I am striving to make it my home.

They tell me its walls are of jasper,
The streets are all paved with pure gold,
My Jesus is the building master,
He is making a home for my soul.
The city is way over yonder,
A city that's quite out of sight;
I have a few days yet to wander,
A few more hard battles to fight.

I am now in a waste howling desert,
Not a foot of its land to call mine;
No cottage nor tent for a shelter,
Tho' storms are descending sometimes,
I have friends that are now up in heaven,
And others still walking in sin;
If brothers and sisters don't own me,
My Jesus says he'll take me in.

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from Growing Old In Public, track released October 30, 2017

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June Star Baltimore, Maryland

June Star was started up by Andrew Grimm in 1998. For twenty years they have been changing members and releasing records. What started out as primarily americana type music has now just morphed into music... See you around.

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