The New Homeplace

In the evening, I stoke a fire
 Lit to keep me safe, lit to keep me safe
 Here in my place, the thought of a border
 Fortifies some faith, reassures a strength
 Here, there lies a fence that I have built of stone
 Though it is strong the wind still sings through the holes
 In the morning, I run out to grasp at
 Every golden ray, every golden ray
 My frame alone, can't contain the splendor
 My lining must be braced, another vessel made
 God, God made this child, out of songs and bone
 Though I am strong the pain still leaks through the holes
 These walls, incomplete and tender, braided from my core
 Keep out that which is heartless and seek to hold what's pure
 Oh this is, oh this is, oh this is the new homeplace
 Oh this is, oh this is, oh this is the new homeplace