Find Our Way
Have we fallen through the cracks
coming from the wrong side of the tracks
Rather living somewhere inside the divide
for no physical locality do we reside
If you could cup my passionate spirit inside your hand
Perhaps my ambitious tenacity you'd understand
And with that same hand write our fate in stone
but I know we are atleast safe and not alone
If you could live inside my heart
Perhaps you'd know my spirit isn't a la carte'
For inside I'm whole in this broken world
Our special song sings prayers to the lord
It sings praises of glory for God's metaphor
Is this world civil? I think not, I implore
Realize now his plans our bigger than mine
We plan a house, and He plans our eternal design
If you could listen to my song never sung
Perhaps my heart would never again get rung
We all come from somewhere they say
But it is only with Jesus we find our way
And they say all who wander are not lost
But at what price and what the cost?
By Susan Mills
Copyright © Susan Mills | Year Posted 2010
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