I DON'T BELONG - By Stefn Sylvester Anyatonwu

I hear the sound of music,
They are dancing...
The electric guitar speaks in high volume
a strange language my ears do not know.
In a rowdy crowdy abode
I cannot stay nor go.
The longing for home
consumes me for I don't belong.
I'm a pilgrim
going somewhere serene and saintly.
I don't belong -
I am a stranger singing a sojourner's song.
I always know
this place's not home
and I don't belong.

Where I belong
there is no darkness there
yet no need of the sun
for the Son of Righteousness
beams graciously his glory on his saints.
What gain is it to riches gain?
What pain it is in to burn in hell!




The dazzling sights
The dangling mites
The sizzling bites
all beckon me to lust a while.
But... I don't belong
I'm a pilgrim
going somewhere serene and saintly.
I don't belong -
I am a stranger singing a sojourner's song.
I always know
this place's not home
and I don't belong.

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