I Don't Belong

It's not home
Where men sell their souls,
and the taste of power is sweet.
Where wrong is right,
and neighbors fight,
While the hungry are dying in the street.
Where kids are abused,
and women are used,
and the weak are crushed by the strong.
Nations gone bad,
Jesus is sad...
And I don't belong.

I don't belong
and I'm going someday
home to my own native land.
I don't belong
and it seems like I hear
the sound of a welcome home band.
I don't belong,
I'm a foreigner here,
Just singing a sojourner's song.
I've always known
this place ain't home...
and I don't belong.

Don't belong...but while I'm here
I'll be living like I've nothing to lose
And while I breathe
I'll just believe
My Lord is gonna see me through.
I'll not be deceived
by earth's make-believe
and I'll close my ears to her siren song
by praising His name,
I'm not ashamed...
Cause I don't belong.

But I belong
to a kingdom of peace
where only love is the law.
Where children lead,
and captives are freed
and God becomes a baby on the straw.
Where dead men live
and rich men give
their kingdoms to buy back a soul
Where sinners like me...
become Royalty
and we'll all belong.

Yes, I belong...
and I'm going someday
home to my own native land
where I belong
and it seems like I hear
the sound of a welcome home band.
Yes, I belong...
no foreigner there
singing a sojourner's song.
I've always known
I'm going home
where I belong.

Yes, I've always known
this place ain't home...
and I don't belong.

-by Buddy Greene

Crisis Averted!

I wonder how many years you have to be married
before your husband realizes
that when he talks to you about
how he fixed the car...
you are absolutely not getting it!





I honestly try to understand what he's talking about.
But I get lost somewhere after he says,
"Here's what I did..."
My eyes glass over
and my mind shuts down.
Wouldn't you think he'd notice
the lobotomic stare and drool?
So then I have to pretend
(that's a nice word for lie)
that I know what he's talking about

I don't dare even hint that
I might not understand what he's saying,
cause then he'll try to explain
(which will take twice as long)
and I still won't get it.

Russell:  So then I jacked this doohickey
back and forth and the fluid started
squirting up and out of the cylinder...

Me:  Mmhmmm...
(while looking very interested but thinking inside
"when will this horrible nightmare end!)

Russell:  Then I noticed it was scraping
cause the thingamajigger wouldn't clamp down properly.

Me:  Uh-huh...

OK...at this point I must ever so subtly change the subject
or I'll be here all evening listening to the wonders of mechanics.

"Want a Brownie?"
Food should always be involved...preferably sweet food.

He'll have a blank look on his face and say something like...
"Huh?"

Then I show him the milk carton...
"With milk?"

"Uh, yeah...sure"

"What was I talking about..........."

Bulls Eye!

Another crisis averted!

The Love of the Father

You know what I love about the Father?

As soon as He sees you make a move towards Him,
He makes up the rest of the distance in double time.

The father looked every day for his son to return to him.
Watched the roads, lanes, looked over the fields...
waiting for his beloved son to turn back to him.

And one day, all his faithfulness paid off
and he saw his prodigal son, dejected, penniless...
returning to the only place he ever experienced real love.

And the father dropped everything
and ran to him while he was still
a long way off...

And then the most amazing part...
the father didn't reprimand him...
he hugged him and kissed him and
told him how much he loved him.

Our Father likewise...waits...
until He can see our heart turn towards home.
Then He meets us there...
we don't have to make the whole journey alone.
He knows...and meets us at the moment we turn back.

I need that
cause I've gotten lost before,
and haven't been able to find my way back.
But He always sees and meets me there!

Thank You, Lord for loving me more than I love you!