Wednesday, June 23, 2004

Noxious Weeds

Stranger on the water
Speaks of love and truth
Shows us all his power
As we hurl at him abuse.

Stranger on the river
Floating by on a boat
The sun is gone but not a shiver
Marks him on this road.

Stranger on the highway
We all pass him right by
He calls as we are on our way
But we hide from his knowing eyes

Stranger at the doorway
Asking to be let in
We tell him to go away
Because there's no trusting him.

Stranger on the cross now
Bleeding for our crime
As we witness endless giving
How can we remain the same?

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