Separate Histories

Sometimes the road chooses you and not the other way around
I don’t know how but I just knew you would lead me to sacred ground
I was living in a place but it was time for me to leave
I’d lost all of my faith but I was ready to believe

In the middle of the night I went and lay down by your feet
I knew that if the time was right you would welcome me
I crept away before the break of day
By then I knew that you would come to me

And all the people in the gate and all the elders they will say
We are the witnesses today to this covenant you make
Generations pass generations come
And now our separate histories are one


A song about how love (and faith) can come from surprising directions, changing your life – and maybe the course of history – forever. (Book of Ruth)