Can you tell?
I do not know these streets so well,
your doubts of confidence
I cannot dispel.
I cannot dispel.
Though I am a stranger I look not for help
because being foreign is quite familiar,
consider like a salmon swimming up river,
or an arrow shot far from its quiver.
Others may be confused,
refusing the idea and not know what to do,
but as it is I live for what is new.
Who I have never met,
the threat I have never faced,
the pristine place,
is where my feet have never graced.
It it the function to which
I was fashioned
I was fashioned
and better than any dream
I could have imagined.
I could have imagined.
Raw and primitive makes
me feel like a fugitive,
me feel like a fugitive,
who escaped the chains
of comfortable gains.
of comfortable gains.
A ticket to a plane
a seat on a train
a walk down Main Street.
This is the concrete on
which I have built,
which I have built,
and the water of which
my well is filled.
my well is filled.
Because, before me came a Stranger,
a Man Who offered
something greater,
He had no home or caretaker,
yet He was the Mover and the Shaker,
He spoke words as a Groundbreaker
to the hopeless and the failures.
So I will be a stranger and tell the world
of my Savior.
Ps.39:12/Heb.11:13
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