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.