I don’t know why I came here, and I don’t know when I’ll leave,
It’s about the plan and the Makers hand,
It’s about the time He’s made for me.
It’s about a book that I once read,
And the saving of all these,
Because I don’t know why I came here, and I don’t know when I’ll leave.
I can’t walk through this dark old world without His hand to guide,
Nor take the narrow path He’s planned as I would not survive,
Or dance with angels high above, as they raise their arms in praise,
Because I can’t walk through life alone, without amazing grace.
Now I don’t know why I came here, and I don’t know when I’ll leave,
There’s work to do before I go His plans are meant for me,
The words I speak are from a world where love is still alive,
I don’t know why He put me here, but I know I will survive.
And when my time down here is through
All tasks are said and done
I’ll be back with you once again
In the Valley of the Son.