North of my wandering

There’s a story burned across my chest

Black ink, old scars, wilderness

Mountain shadows, compass rose

Trying to find my way back home

Little birds up in the sky

Pieces of the ones in my life

Mama’s love and my old man’s strength

My sister’s heart still guides my steps

I used to think the wild could save me

That lonely roads could calm my pain

But every path felt colder

Walking through it all alone

Nature always pointed north

Through gravel roads and thunderstorms

But these days when my soul gets lost

I find my way back through the cross

Yeah the rivers, pines, and midnight skies

Kept a fading fire alive

Now grace has led me through the storm

And the cross became my compass home

There were nights I ran like wildfire

Anger burning through my veins

Trying hard to drown the silence

Still waking up the same

Then somewhere underneath those stars

I finally understood

The same God who shaped the mountains

Was calling me back home for good

Every road that tried to break me

Ended up bringing me here

Nature always pointed north

Through gravel roads and thunderstorms

But these days when my soul gets lost

I find my way back through the cross

Yeah the rivers, pines, and midnight skies

Kept a fading fire alive

Now grace has led me through the storm

And the cross became my compass home

I carried hurt like heavy stone

Till mercy told me I’m not alone

Now every scar and every mile

Points me toward a better life

Nature always pointed north

But Jesus carried me through the storm

And when the dark comes closing in

His light still pulls me back again

Yeah the mountains taught me where to stand

But the cross showed me who I am

I’m not wandering anymore

The cross became what I was searching for

Yeah… the cross became my compass home.