The Wanderer

[thefatherschild]

Lord tell me,
of Your people that did creep,
without a friend in the world,
but it was you that they did seek.

In the desert they trudged,
head held high in missionary submission,
they went along,
alone without a friend in the world.

Here I am all meek and separated,
my head is swimming,
I live in the world of the child,
and when the shift of work end-- does life lose meaning?

Sick to my stomache I move along,
looking about,
opening my mouth but the words won't come out,
without a friend in the world.

As someone who will meet all my needs,
carry all my sorrows,
smile at my existence,
Lord will you be my friend?

For in this circumstance I'm drawn close,
in my selfish pride I can no longer hide,
the veil burned and lifted off high,
you are my only friend in the world.

And in You how much do I know?
We rarely talk but a few words,
you are my conversational piece at the table,
What a pity to little know my only friend in the world.

At this time,
this wretched flesh is hard,
tough calloused and bitter,
when you come knocking it casts out its only friend in the world.

Each day you do come,
and the sun goes down,
to whom do I run--they have their cell phones turned,
I have no friend in the world.

So out of this world I look,
and search and scream,
I need a bestfriend,
will you be mine?

Thanks for bringing me to this place of need. I absolutely can't live without You Lord.