The sun is fast falling beneath trees of stone
The light in the tower, no longer my home
Past eyes of pale fire, black sand for my bed
I trade all I’ve known for the unknown ahead
Call to me, call to me, lands far away
For I must now wander this wandering day
Away I must wander this wandering day
Of drink I have little, and food I have less
My strength tells me “no”, but the path demands “yes”
My legs are so short and the way is so long
I’ve no rest nor comfort; no comfort, but song
Sing to me, sing to me, lands far away
Oh, rise up and guide me this wandering day
Please promise to find me this wandering day
At last, comes their answer
Through cold and through frost
That not all who wonder or wander are lost
No matter the sorrow, no matter the cost
That not all who wonder or wander are lost
This song was sang by Poppy, a Harfoot (a race of nomadic proto-Hobbits), as she and a few others migrated their homes during episode 5 of The Rings of Power. I don’t know its name, but I loved it — I’ll just call it the “Harfoots’ Sojourning Song” for now. Lovely tune aside, the lyrics struck me as being quite applicable to the Christian life (with some slight modifications~):
We’re sojourners wandering through this present world, and each day takes us away from our earthly homes and closer to the “lands far away”. But the cross-bearing life is a perilous journey — one where we’re called to leave behind the life that we knew to conform it to what the gospel reveals — that our worldly constitutions find difficult to withstand.
The path is long, yet our legs are short. No rest, no comfort, but the gospel of God. Yet, while uncertainty may loom over this side of eternity, we have assurance of God’s faithfulness toward His faithful. There will be difficult times, and persecution and suffering are but guaranteed. Yet, no matter the sorrow, and no matter the cost…
By God’s sovereign grace, not even one elected wanderer will be lost.
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