A STRANGER

A stranger I lived in the world

A foreigner like my forefathers

A pilgrim in my attitude

In my thoughts and my desires

A stranger, I have no one to

unload on him, my thoughts so true

The people do not like my roots

Nor do they understand my end

In craze arise the multitude

In maddening noise without an end

And I remain in solitude

Serenity in my heart felt

A stranger, I can find no home

nor a corner to rest alone

I cast away the world’s pleasures

Ignoring her calling to me

I went, I dragged away my things

Away from their merrymakers

My heart silent, indifferent

To all they think is important

My listening, will never yield

to loud and worldly conversing

I wander off on my own

So happy to be in vast

With my timbrel and my cymbal

In melody of praise I sing

And now comes a holy moment

In which I retreat with my King

I roam about as a spirit invisible to onlookers

The world alien I am to it a foreigner like my forefathers

My existence is a triumph

No wealth, power to disturb me

No houses here to delay

Nor any friend or family

And with me are the sweet verses

And Proverbs to console me

The bible here my only lamp, and nothing else to concern me (2)

I do not know of any fear

Nor any bonds that hinder me

No longer does the world rule me

Against me and at times for me

No longer does the world rule me

Against me and at times for me

I say to every enemy

Who only wants to seduce me

The world, in the end, I am to it

A foreigner like were my fathers (2)