Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Eine Mission

Cold,
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.

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