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Lost Wanderer, Wandering Soul
I walked around and felt lonely
like a space once filled was now empty
the spot that God once occupied in my life,
had become cold and hardened by strife
I ventured around town a lonely lost soul,
I had walked unknowingly into a graveyard or maybe I did unconsciously know,
sometimes I'd walk around in there for its solitude and stillness,
a bad habit indeed but yet I felt more comfortable there than I did...
what's this? a new tombstone,
but an open plot so the owner wasn't yet home
I looked at the open plot and felt a chillness up my spine,
and my eyes slowly looked at the owner's name
it was the church, was my eyesight mamed?
no it wasn't, there it was in the name, church,
with a date of birth but no time of death
puzzled feelings took over my mind
how could the church have a tombstone
possible answers I pondered, but I struggled to find the lines
that fed the fish of answers and resolution,
the answer I found wasn't mind or reason,
but an answer from the heart and spirit and will of old things past
It was then all things clicked and heart connected to mind
the church was struggling to live, its foundation crumbling,
its essense dying
And it was then my memory flashed and connected all the dots
all lined up in concordance
the battles I had fought, within my own church
I had to put up a personal safe guard, a fence
I remembered why I wandered away
how I was hurt by my own home
why tears streamed and stained my face, why I felt so alone
so called clergy of the faith stealing from the pots
missionaries feeding their own gossips and false truths
pastors writing up their own scripts
Sunday school the playground of fools
a once sacred place now being mocked
within its own ranks
lies haven't been put in check
sacred place is now an open lot
for deceit, malice and pain
many souls are wanderers, lost
trying to find the way home
away from the things of the world, but the pain hasn't been phazed but maintained
people who want to find the way home
for Godly reason and knowledge
have been sent away crying
without a safeplace or home, sent away to bible college
all of this deceit and pain coming from the supposed place of peace
where people are supposed to learn of purpose and calling
have been fed lies and confusion
souls like mine have been falling
wanderers searching for the truth and our standing with God,
looking for similar love that despite it all still have in our hearts
like a songbird we still sing
but we long for the love that we need
as I looked back down at the tombstone, a troubling sight did I see
etched within the stone I saw tears engrained
deep within the stone I saw all of the pain
dating back to past centuries
tears streamed down like rain, all without measure
of souls who sought love and reason
tears streamed down the stone, like rain, the tears of Heaven
But as my eyes looked down
again I saw the date of birth
but what I lacked to see was the date of death
so with all that said and naked emotions felt
there's still those out there who care,
a minister who leads his sheep, those called to be a good friend
maybe there's still hope for me and us wandering souls yet,
like the church, there is no date of death
I walked around and felt lonely
like a space once filled was now empty
the spot that God once occupied in my life,
had become cold and hardened by strife
I ventured around town a lonely lost soul,
I had walked unknowingly into a graveyard or maybe I did unconsciously know,
sometimes I'd walk around in there for its solitude and stillness,
a bad habit indeed but yet I felt more comfortable there than I did...
what's this? a new tombstone,
but an open plot so the owner wasn't yet home
I looked at the open plot and felt a chillness up my spine,
and my eyes slowly looked at the owner's name
it was the church, was my eyesight mamed?
no it wasn't, there it was in the name, church,
with a date of birth but no time of death
puzzled feelings took over my mind
how could the church have a tombstone
possible answers I pondered, but I struggled to find the lines
that fed the fish of answers and resolution,
the answer I found wasn't mind or reason,
but an answer from the heart and spirit and will of old things past
It was then all things clicked and heart connected to mind
the church was struggling to live, its foundation crumbling,
its essense dying
And it was then my memory flashed and connected all the dots
all lined up in concordance
the battles I had fought, within my own church
I had to put up a personal safe guard, a fence
I remembered why I wandered away
how I was hurt by my own home
why tears streamed and stained my face, why I felt so alone
so called clergy of the faith stealing from the pots
missionaries feeding their own gossips and false truths
pastors writing up their own scripts
Sunday school the playground of fools
a once sacred place now being mocked
within its own ranks
lies haven't been put in check
sacred place is now an open lot
for deceit, malice and pain
many souls are wanderers, lost
trying to find the way home
away from the things of the world, but the pain hasn't been phazed but maintained
people who want to find the way home
for Godly reason and knowledge
have been sent away crying
without a safeplace or home, sent away to bible college
all of this deceit and pain coming from the supposed place of peace
where people are supposed to learn of purpose and calling
have been fed lies and confusion
souls like mine have been falling
wanderers searching for the truth and our standing with God,
looking for similar love that despite it all still have in our hearts
like a songbird we still sing
but we long for the love that we need
as I looked back down at the tombstone, a troubling sight did I see
etched within the stone I saw tears engrained
deep within the stone I saw all of the pain
dating back to past centuries
tears streamed down like rain, all without measure
of souls who sought love and reason
tears streamed down the stone, like rain, the tears of Heaven
But as my eyes looked down
again I saw the date of birth
but what I lacked to see was the date of death
so with all that said and naked emotions felt
there's still those out there who care,
a minister who leads his sheep, those called to be a good friend
maybe there's still hope for me and us wandering souls yet,
like the church, there is no date of death