{"id":432,"date":"2007-08-16T03:19:44","date_gmt":"2007-08-16T03:19:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/?p=432"},"modified":"2010-09-24T16:49:20","modified_gmt":"2010-09-24T16:49:20","slug":"wayfarin-stranger","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2007\/08\/16\/wayfarin-stranger\/","title":{"rendered":"wayfarin stranger"},"content":{"rendered":"

I grew up in a family full of wayfarin strangers. Gnarled old men who I didn’t know but should have – because Pa said they were kin – sang the words with such strength of conviction that I always saw the story as their own. <\/p>\n

A cousin even adopted it as his anthem when we were seven. When I questioned any right he had to claim the lyrics, he set me straight. “I’m an old soul,” he said. “Destined to walk this world alone.” <\/p>\n

So far…he isn’t wrong. <\/p>\n

Steve<\/a> and I were talking about it a few weeks back. The song. Not the cousin. And I’ve been waiting to post it ever since. Now seems just as good a time as any. Have a read. Then hunt down Jack White’s rendition…and have a listen. <\/p>\n

I’m just a poor wayfaring stranger
\nTraveling thru this world of woe
\nYet there’s no sickness, toil, or danger
\nIn that bright world to which I go<\/p>\n

I’m going there to see my Father
\nI’m going there no more to roam
\nI’m only going over Jordan
\nI’m only going over home<\/p>\n

I know dark clouds will hang around me,
\nI know my way is rough and steep
\nYet beauteous fields lie just before me
\nWhere God’s redeemed their virgils keep<\/p>\n

I’m going there to see my mother
\nShe said she’d meet me when I come
\nI’m just going over Jordan
\nI’m just going over home<\/p>\n

I want to wear that crown of Glory,
\nwhen I get there to that bright land.
\nI want to shout down Satan’s story
\nin concert with the blood-washed band.<\/p>\n

I’m going there to see my brothers;
\nthey said they’d meet me when I come.
\nI’m only goin’ over Jordan.
\nI’m only goin’ over home.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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