Dark,
Rain.
Why am I here?
I want to go home.
Nobody listens,
Nobody cares.
Nothing but aching feet and a frustrated heart
Why am I here?
To search? To find?
On streets,
In busses,
On trains,
In houses.
Warning,
Teaching,
Inviting,
Pleading.
But . . .
They can’t see.
They don’t understand.
They won’t follow.
So I still don’t understand,
Why am I here?
WHY?
To search.
On streets,
In busses,
On trains,
In houses
And find:
Myself and my Lord
For He listens,
and He cares.
He’s warning me,
Teaching me,
Inviting me,
and pleading with me.
Through the aching feet and frustrated heart.
Will I see,
Will I understand,
Will I follow,
Why am I here?
So I can go home.
To the Warmth,
the Light,
and the Son.
