Gypsies glimpsing glory evading our grasp
Fighting to capture the illusions of land
That flee us, as soon as we feel it’s finally ours
So draw lines on this map to make me feel like I belong
Yet all along, I long for something more
But because I wrestle with my displacement
I’ll displace my neighbors at war,
Because at my core I’ve lost the biggest battle.
But give me something to hold or
Something to mold or control
With my own hands
Because I’ve failed to manipulate and impress myself
Internally learning me is like a ship without a sail
So I’ll sell all I can to measure my self-worth
But it’s worthless without a compass or an anchor for my soul
Now I’ll spend myself, and I’ll spend this wealth
And I’ll spin this wheel and go nowhere at all.
The uncommon waters of my identity.
I find I’m searching because I’m hurting
And I’m hurting because I’m searching
Working to appease the lurking nomad
Under the surface of myself
And they say home is where the heart is…
But rapture is captured in the capsule of this heart
So where I end I start,
Infinity trapped in finite space until the case of this displaced man
Is broken, seals opened, as I’m
Choking on His presence with new lungs!!
Pulling on heaven like an anvil above my head, desiring to shatter
The hollow shell of me, knowing
The substance lies underneath this hell in me
Yet deep groanings of the
Spirit telling me, “endure,
For home is on its way.”
So I’m spreading hope like a contagion
Raging against the temporary gratifications of this life
Telling the nations that displacement is normal
No matter where you go near or far
THERE YOU ARE!
The spirit of adoption cropped in
The frame of us, bucking against
The spurs of the spirit taming us
For greater glory…
And it’s the same old story
A prodigal people searching for Eden’s gates
Displaced and afraid until we come to ourselves
And realize that service in our father’s house
Is far greater
Yet relying on our sight we wrestle our own flesh and blood
Projecting the inner me on an enemy
In futile hopes to tame ourselves
Vanity of Vanities says the preacher!!
Grasping the wind, clutching the waves
Stuck and afraid to admit,
We’re lost in translation
Living life inside a bubble
Books like rubble stacked on our shelves
Yet, the more we learn, we grow to discern that
Nothing can be earned here. Vanities!
Vanity of vanities, profanities of logic
Insanity deposited from men we choose to honor.
Continually Compounding confusion through unfounded solutions
Enduring reasons contusions
Dazed by the illusions that our happiness is the end of all we all!!
Failing to see peace is gained in perseverance
That pleasure is purified in pain,
Neither pacifists nor masochists
But activists for a kingdom beyond sight
So, I stretch my mind to transcend time
And go beyond light,
From the light of the sun to the life of the Son
Residing in His presence the essence of home
No longer prone to wander for significance but resting in his imminence
The photosynthesis of a hidden kingdom
Where the oxygen of life is Christ and,
Christ is life and,
Death is gain and,
Stress and pain are ingredients to see more!
And the reason to see more, is to be more
More of what were created “to be” in I am.
So I’m Leaving the shadow of what is tangible
For an intangible world I can see more clearly,
I’m Leaving the shadow of what is tangible
For an intangible world I can see more clearly
Yeah, I’ll go and wander there,
I’ll go and wander there…
-Travis Thomas (Wanderers)