I Was Not Made For This World

 

I was not meant for this world, this place

I was not meant to live in such a realm

In such a realm of shadows and fog

And window glass dirtied with dark sin-smog

That blurs sharp details of that glorious Face

That I seek

No, I was not meant for this world, this place

 

I was not made to live in this skin

This body of muted hearing and feeling and touch

That cannot grasp the story so long

That faint, faint echo that kindled its song

In that Eden place I was made for before my sin

Dulled my senses

No, I was not made to live in this skin

 

I did not ask to be born in a fight

Where every breath and thought is a move in a battle

And life itself is a war-torn field

Of past mistakes, future fear; and offenses wield

Pain as a bait when hope loses sight

And is blind

No, I did not ask to be born in a fight

 

 

Yet, somehow, here I am, and I fight, and I live

In a world and a skin I was not meant to have

I seek for a Face that is blurred by the glass

And echoes of that Eden place where greener is the grass

And with a Power I cannot explain, I stand and I give

All glory and praise

To the One who enables me to fight and to live

LH- Written July 2014