There's a family of five, trying hard to survive
on the change they pawn from passers by.
Sleeping in an old van, God that was never your plan.
Wearie ones I pray you can hold on....

Chorus
And may there be a place for you. A shelter and a refuge.
A hearth where you're always welcome, where they fondly speak your name.
And may you find a place of honor, on the outside and within.
But above every other place, may your heart come home to Him.

And there's a precious old saint, but her memories grown feint,
and she mumbles as she roams the streets.
Don't let her loose to dispaire, tell the afflicted we care,
Lord I know there's somewhere she belongs! (chorus)