Smith & Dragoman Sojourn lyrics

No one saw Him leave that night
With little food or drink and wishing no return

To leave behind this empty world
A journey to the quiet of the realms of light

Day after day His soul communed
Without the noise the clamour of betraying hearts
Traveling to Sar-Galú, the humble life
Only dervish in the eyes of the learned

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“Though weariness lay Me low and hunger consume Me
And the bare rock be My bed My fellows the beasts of the field

I will not complain,...”*

Two years would pass without His grace
To take away the tension and remove the doubt
Then came the bidding to return
To face a life the suffering only messengers are made to bear

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*(Bahá'u'lláh, Summons of the Lord of Hosts, p. 133)