These are not my people
With my own two hands
I work my best
Traveling through many lands
Wondering what I’ve left
These are not my people
I don’t fit with their ways
My wonders are naught
My fascination, for them, strays
I’m lost to be their ought
These are not my people
What wonders they build
They do astound me
I yearn to be likewise filled
Though I can’t pay the fee
These are not my people
I borrow their laughter
And steal their smiles
Why am I empty after
I’ve tasted their whiles?
These are not my people
Given this, why do I stay?
What I need I have
I work for Your way
Aided by rod and staff.
These are not my people
But some will and some are
Children still born to You
You Love them all near or far
Differenced many or few.
These were not my people
But You’ve given Mercy-Grace
You lead I follow, for
You are Love’s true face
Your blessings here out pour.
-J why