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I wandered around the city
Not knowing that I was lost
I bought chains, rings, and baubles
Not considering their cost
I laid up storehouses of wealth
My name known across the land
I thought I'd done well for myself
Built an empire by hand
But if you asked me and I stopped to consider
There was no life in my world full of glitter
I was rich and yet exceedingly poor
Surrounded by gold but empty at the core
Then I heard about a country
With riches yet untold
So I set off on a journey
To acquire yet more gold.
I walked across the desert
My feet burned by the sand
Following my maps
I journeyed to this strange land
When I arrived parched with thirst
I ran to the well I saw first
I dipped my bucket and drew it with a cry
My bucket returned to me completely dry
From well to well I ran
But the results were all the same
Empty my bucket went down
And empty up it came
I rushed into the town
Asking everyone around
For water to quench my thirst
The longing so strong I thought I'd burst
Everyone I met would offer me a sip
But upon my parched throat
This sip was but a drip
Finally I met someone who told me of a man
Who could give me  enough water
More than I could stand
There was only one thing
He only gives to his sons
And I being a stranger here
Surely couldn't be one
Overcome with longing
I began to weep
Seems I would die of thirst
My sorrow was so deep
How was it that I the richest man
The mightiest in my land
Would die of lack of water
Because I knew not my father
Then a man came unto me
Said he'd paid my adoption cost
I needn't thirst anymore
I was no longer lost
He said he had to attend some business
To find my mother and she'd feed me
So off in search of this woman
The one I knew would truly love me
So I called about the city
Entered more houses than I can recall
Many women I encountered
But my mother wasn't among them all
Hungry and discouraged
I staggered down the street
When from a house I heard a peculiar sound
So I slipped in and sat down to rest my feet
In the instant that I entered
Tho not understanding where I'd come
One thing I knew for certain
I had found my mother's home
She told me my father's name
And taught me of his ways
And I knew my journey was over
For here I am to stay
All the gold in all the land
Could never ever compare
To the treasure that I found here
You can't find this anywhere
Blessed among all people
I'm no longer a rich orphan
I'm a child of a king
Hand-picked, called out, chosen.
Jerusalem, my mother
Christ my father's name
My heritage is confirmed now
I'll never be the same
So don't go back to that city
And look around for me
Because no longer do I roam
I'm living now in my mother's home

9/11/15

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  1. I enjoyed this. Some of the little rhymes made me giggle. :)

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