Foreigner in a Weary Land
I am a foreigner,
here on this dirt.
I am but a stranger
allowed to wander in the desert.
among those who are no greater
but no less.
Love me for what I do not possess
no fine things to dazzle and oppress.
I misguided left my father's house
and have experienced many a droughts.
But here I am a stranger still
trying to find out what is God's will.
You all are mine
and I am yours
from this time till forever more.
Here, I sit
upon a rock,
and dream and shift
seemingly tossed about to drift.
Yet all along as I go and come
I never forget whence I am from,
and to whom I belong.
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