Stranger

Stranger

You hear me now, I’m not familiar

Not from here where you all know each other

I’m a different man than you’re used to

The kind you don’t like, nor care if I’m something

You hear my cries, but with only deaf ears

You don’t like that I’m broken, a crumpled leaf in the wind

My worst sin is that you won’t hear me

You don’t care, and you don’t know me

Where I’ve been and who really loves me

Only God could tell

You think you are perfect in your anger

Thinking I’m destined for a downward bent prison

Life’s ordinate dishevelment

You wish you could know

What it would take to get me there sooner

You shouldn’t stare at this sinner

It’s not polite and you’ve never been near

Haven’t had these succubae

You’re lost in the clear

Never been bit by the serpent

Only been touched by the crooked ways

So, you say to me

You’re a sinner, a wretch, you shall not enter

Go back to the pit where you belong

So, you think you know where I’m going

Well, I say I’ll fight the touch

Won’t give in and let it take me

Fight this sin and shed my sorrows

I won’t forget my vile, an antidote

You fight and say it’s truly poison I’m taking in

You want me to keep going down the wrong path

But I know who loves me the most

The Lord our God, a Shepard

Part of the flock he’s surely tending

He’s got nail wounds for me and you

Don’t deny why he died, just love and cry

When you hear me now will you open your ears?

Tell a friend and swallow your gallantry

Tried and true Christ is the only Compass

Yours only points North

If that’s what you say, you’re lying

You, like I many a time am guilty of, sending yourself below your true position

Think your fury is only just

You’re lying to yourself

If the only way you can win is beating down the troubled

Then when will you ever get a real gain?

If you feel pain, it’s only natural

Hurting friend, welcome to living

Life’s an altruistic version of death

Until our leader conquered our fiends

Sent them far into their anguish

Punished them because they are the source of our problems

Not all on us we must ponder

That sometimes we can be stricken

Dumped on by the defectors to God

They run loose, and we get trampled

Without him we never can become whole

Now you know you’re a sinner

Not the only one in a lifetime

The boat is full, you never know who is aboard

Armageddon isn’t the end, but a beginning

The Last stand of the true and mighty

You may think I’m a sinner

Fact is, I know I am, but God’s not done with me yet, not this wretch

I know he will fix me

I might not be a mighty warrior

A leader in the army of men

But the Son of God will still behold me

Into the army of Heaven above

You see he doesn’t take the perfect

There are none but him

So, shed your false honor

Quit acting as though you are the only might of the worthy

You’re callous without redemption

Think nothing bad could happen

Never been where he’s been or where I’m going

Fact is, Christ’s last stand will have us all coming home

So, praise the God above for his love

I’ll race you to the gates if you can stand

To stand in line with the blood of the lamb