Palms are sweaty,
but our hearts are ready,
to make this place our home.
A place to dream, and talk, and dance.
A place to rest, and think, and plan.
A quiet space full of room to grow.
A place to finally call our own.
Just you and I, and me and you.
Our prayers and hopes finally coming true.
Let’s make this place our home…
Though a home that’s a place of peace
is unusual and distant,
I have faith that our turn will be different.