I belong somewhere, but it isn’t here
Where joy is o’ershadowed and smiles hold tears
Of wounds not forgotten, though the scars disappear.
I searched ancient ‘n’ hidden for clues to myself,
Scanned waves of the air, scrolled pages of text.
I looked to the famous for shreds of the truth,
Studied myst’ries of the East behind Walls of the West.
I belong somewhere, but it isn’t here.
Then Jesus said:
”You belong somewhere; you know it’s not here.
My wounds make you righteous; My scars cast out fear.
Come Home to your birthright; I’ll dry all your tears.
You belong Somewhere. You belong Here.”
I stand now to say: “You’re welcome Here, too,
Where God is not dead and Life is the Truth.
I belong Somewhere, and, yes, it is Here
Where Joy glows so brightly, smiles ban tears.”
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