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Here I Am In The World, But Not Of It

Updated on January 25, 2014

From the moment I was conceived
You knew my name 
Had a plan for me
Cryin and screamin my own agenda
My lungs, your air, you let me breathe

always so hard just to surrender
cycle becomes such a never ender
lock all doors on the Great Pretender
pack  it all up and return to Sender

Here I am in the world
But not of it
A foreigner in this place
Don't let me forget where home is
I lose track somedays

In the world but not of it
Just here to point the way
Keep my eyes on the heavens
My knees on the earth 
And my heartbeat full of your Grace 

This skin Im livin in
It dies but I will live again
shed it like a chameleon
leave it here with all my sin

Jesus the sweetest name!
Came down from heaven to change the game
The devil had me down in flames
Now I will never be the same

Lord, let my words make sense
Let my walk be evidence
Of my Faith in Christ 
it changed my life
And now my future residence

I was bound for the fiery pit
That place called Hell is too legit
I got me a crib on streets of gold
Jesus my Lord is building  it!

Here I am in the world
But not of it 
A foreigner in this place
Don't let me forget where home is
I lose track somedays

In the world but not of it
Just here to point the way
Keep my eyes on the heavens
My knees on the earth 
And my heartbeat full of your Grace.

© 2014 Scott Andrew Stone

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      Harish Mamgain 3 years ago from India

      scottstone, water belongs to the ocean but it travels through sky, mountains,plains and ultimately to it's rightful home. Though it is very happy in it's home but it has to venture out for good of all. Yes, you are right we are in the world but not of it. As does the water,so should we when we are on the way. You have uttered some beautiful and very pious feelings in this pretty poem.

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