I'm not sure if I can change
and sure I am the same scared kid
sure that I have feet of clay
and everyone sees the scars.
The hometown still the same
I have changed but they don't see
I'm just too big for my britches
and everything here is suddenly small.
A child of promise and talent
encouraged and promoted as a child
suddenly shunned for silly reasons
always the victim of jealous hearts.
Sojourner, traveler, homeless wandering
the world is no longer a home
it cannot contain the beauty
the revealed heart of God.
Incarnate living divine
may our hearts and lives
be sanctuaries for your grace
a place form which to grow love.