pilgrim

I'm a pilgrim in the backseat
As the miles stretch endless on.
And I cry out, "Are we there yet?"
As I search the scape for home.

Restless, relentless, child of fear-
"How much longer?" still I squeal.
And my Father simply smiles at me,
And firmly grips the wheel.

I'm a child who has to be carried-
But my Father's arms are strong.
And by His strength He'll guide me
Through the journey safely home.

foreigner

Some days I feel like a foreigner-
Lost in my own skin,
And I don't have a language
To express the things within.
I wander through the marketplace
And hold no currency,
I wander through a the empty days
A ghost of what was me.

Some days I feel like a foreigner-
Lost in my own mind,
The echo of a distant chorus
Tossed upon the wind.
And I don't know which way to go,
But if I meet your ear,
I'll find someone who speaks my tongue,
Who understands this fear.

Some days I feel like a foreigner-
Lost inside this world
But you are not a stranger,
No, you hear my every word.
I came into your marketplace
With trembling, empty hands.
You filled me with your glorious grace-
This is my native land.

path

Battered by waves,

Let my poems be a path-

A boat on the sea

Of what's in between us.

An ocean of words,

Mighty waters to sail,

Then I'll set you safe

On the shore of my soul.