Not My Home
This place is not my home.
I’m a true stranger passing through.
I feel like the lone ranger.
I’m walking through a zone of danger.
I see many strongholds of the days of old.
I keep on the full armor of God.
That’s why I’m treated so odd.
That’s the only way I would survive this.
I’m telling you this is no place of bliss.
The reason that I’m here is for them to see,
True success in God only not in the streets.
There were many evil schemes performed
To harm me by the enemy and to this day
I don’t stand in defeat. I can’t retreat.
I have to stay until the day that I get a treat,
From my Father in front of the people,
Who didn’t bother to help me.
It’s my season
It’s my time for the favor of the Lord
The stranger who has been in the danger
Of familiar demons will be blessed
With treats that are pressed down
Shaken together and running over.
And those same people will be calling
Me to come over like they called
Red rover red rover
I will have a huge Range Rover
I won’t have time to come over
I will have moved on to bigger
And better things in God’s scene.
I’m telling you this place is too small
For me. I’ve given God my all and all.
I’ve put on the whole armor of God,
Treated me like I’m odd.
I’ve received my reward
They’ve seen the success
And others who this place
Is too small for who gets treatment
That is uncalled for will be blessed
Pressed down shaken together
And running over and those
Same possessed people will
Be calling them to come over
Like they call red Rover red Rover
They need to call God like
They call red Rover red Rover
So they can eat the meat
And stop eating Russell Stover.
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