Just Past the Bend

In this life we all strive, For our moment, in the sun. We take great joy In momentarily, being number one! I would gladly trade them all For one moment with The Son. I would gladly return all my days, Of being number one! I would return my rewards, my achievements   My accolades, of this earth. To stand one moment, With The First of First. In His presence Where no evil can stand! I would gladly bow my knees, As He took my hand! How could I stand knowing, He paid for my sin,  with His own Blood. And endured my punishment, Upon that cross of wood? If I had but that one moment, Would I ever be the same? As I looked upon Him, Who took my shame? Him, Who endured suffering, Beyond the measure of man. That we should never suffer like that,   If we took His hand. When I returned, Would I be as I was before? Or would,  just one moment with The Son, Leave me longing for more? 

I am but a wanderer, I call no place home. The places I travel, I journey alone. I am a face in the crowd, a dim reflection in the glass. Just another long shadow, as I walk past. I have no roots, no ties, nothing earthly to hold me down. Nothing to cling to, as I travel round and round. Oh I've passed right bye you, you see I look like all the rest. Those with a home, and those with a quest. I still stop along the way, and rest for a time. But wherever I am,   I know...  this place isn't mine. So now I just wander, from place to place. Content to walk alone, as I finish my race.