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I entered your door looking for more
than even I could understand;
needing to belong to something,
find some hope; a promised land.
Heard the Word; sang the songs,
it was so hard to really fit in
though there wasn't any problem
going on about my sins.
Repent you said, and so I did,
but I feel emptier still,
trying to follow all those rules;
now I’m just drowning in guilt.
Will there be any laughter in heaven?
or do we just sit and pray? Will
that new life with God, be any fun?
Maybe I'd just be in the way.
Not real sure there’s a place for me
to sit at some feastin’ table, when
I’m just another cast away
with just another label.
But if God’s still turning water to wine;
feeding folks on fishes and bread,
I might enjoy a really good meal
and a place to lay my head.
Carolyn Brunelle
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