Nowhere Am I

Nowhere am I, for I have seen The Mission bells of pure pristine Gathering light from Heaven itself Filtering in, the Common wealth Naked they stand for He to see Just what their lives have set to be Shivering in doubt, and huddled together They pray their souls will last forever. Cast aside by the entrance door Hastily thrown upon the floor- Jewels of splendor, materials so bright None could compare to His glorious sight! They beg for mercy, pleading their cause With their arms raised up for Glory They tell of hardships they've endured As He listens to their story Weaving tales of woe they speak- As they haughtingly touch his weathered feet Humbled by His presence felt At the Alter, where they knelt.