--Stranger in my land--

Familiar faces in the same places,
I’m a stranger in my land.
For years and years I’ve come and gone,
Yet still, a stranger in my own land.

I know them, they know me;
I’ve listened to the same old band.
Sang the same old songs, know all the words,
But still, a stranger in my own land.

In the past, a pleasant hello;
Now it seems all canned.
From hugs to handshakes, and nodding heads,
A stranger in my land.

Gone a while, but finally back.
Always took a stand.
Expect the same, but got different.
I’m a stranger in my land.

Comradeship, relationship, people that I know.
Words exchanged, friendships made,
All the seeds we sowed.
Enmity, absolute, alienate, unfamiliar man.
I can't figure out why,
I’m a stranger in my land.

First progression, now regression,
Two steps forward, sinking in the sand.
Will someone help and pull me out,
I’m a stranger in my land.

All momentum, wheels are turning,
Got left far in the sand,
Gone a day, a year and back.
A stranger in my land.

Only one, Forever constant,
Always held my hand.
Back never turned, Always there,
Even when I’m a stranger in my land.

Does this matter? It matters not,
The coldness of a man.
Reason simple, I have Jesus,
Never a stranger His land.

Copyright © 2005 Phillip Lanier