Im not sure where i belong
Im not sure where i should lay my head down ,lay my head down to sleep
Im not sure where i fit in
Im not sure where i should plant my feet down
Plant my feet down
But beside your streams of water i know i can be restored
I find its easier to say the word than hold on to the shore
im drifting out......
-christa-
Ive felt as such lately
As a sojourner
As a drifter
As things around me shift and change
I fight for some sort of sense of security
In others, in something
Confounded by the reality of the unfaithfullness of man
Hurt by it
I no longer know who to trust
Sometimes it all seems so contrived
So i sit here and all i can think about is packing my bags
and FLEEING.....
and with bags packed id flee , leaving all i think i know , all i think i need , all i think identifies me behind
in search for something, someone, somewhere to call home
But alas i cant
and i shall not
i find my heart balm
in the truth
that YOU oh lord are my comfort
my hiding place
you who shall never change
Oh HOw my sould finds great COMfort
in the Fact that you shall always be the same
your character
you are my stability
you are my peace
my home
my safety shield
Yes you are my ROCK.
