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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Hope
Hope Hope lingers, expectantly. Cleaving valiantly, to the promise of cleansing rains. It moves gingerly, through the landmines of our minds. It rides the wave, of the sewage built up over the years. The Coming is soon, like the rising sun after the moon a harvest after the monsoon. Hope gives birth to redemption, to change the perception of the world's dire despair. Now it shines, to wakeup the weary somnambulist. When it falls like Manna, catch it. And plant it in your garden.
Wealth
Wealth Look at your friends they are your treasure Assess your health Its goodness cannot be measured Look at your gifts they are yours to uplift Look at your life a richness you cannot compromise. These are yours these are sure These are wealth which much be kept on a most precious shelf.
In Pursuit
In Pursuit In pursuit I chased but In got disengaged from the ordering of my mind. I looked for a sign it did not come so my sign I made But ended up dismayed When my sign led to a dead end. I ran and ran then ran some more to find a home secure but instead I ran through an open door and ended up on a desolate moore! Then from the corner of my eye now here's my sign though I but look here it was a big black fly! So now I roam far from home my pursuit now quite noisome.
It Feels Good
It Feels Good I remember when I use to dream about heaven What a glorious place it would be. Life was really rough then rejected I could not see the end of the commotion of that life. But now I sit in joy I feel the warmth of my belonging. I have few good friends, true love that will never end and trust me It feels good. That dream is no longer far I don't have to wish upon a star I can sit under this Julie mango tree watch the coconut leaves sway in the evening breeze knowing I have been blessed. And though it still tough, since I never gave up, I live to know each day that life, it feel so good.
This Thorne
This Thorn It is perfect This thorne in my side at first I denied to smile Through this thorn in my eyes. The wait is long now I cannot see my hope grew strong. So to God I sing a new song Now I know where I belong. Since I surrendered I can sense this great love the plans I had for me no longer convinces me Now it is His great plan that qualifies me.
Freedom
Freedom What does any of us know about freedom? Have you felt high knowing no fear. You walk down the road with steps light like the air. Have you felt the wind sweep you along. Knowing worldly cares do not belong where you are. Freedom is the treasure when you have nothing, owe no one and belong to no doctrine. Freedom is a fat camel that glides through the needle's eye: unbothered unprepared but unencumbered by Life's cares. Freedom is losing it all but knowing finally you have gained your soul by breaking through life's prison walls.
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