How can a man who has so much

Feel so broken and so empty?

I'm walking in this world

That tells me to sit and live

But I do not belong.

On the path of life

I bear my possessions, my fears, my shames.

They break my back

It's so hard to move forward

Yet, I know I don't belong.

Every day I take on more

Another empty feeling coupled

With the promise of fulfillment

Flesh wears a mask called Purpose

My purpose does not dwell here

On this earth, I do not belong.

I'm traveling through

But it's so hard.

I can't shake my fear, my sins.

I want to sit, I can't stand up any longer.

A man appears, as I stumble down

Without a word he takes my things

He bears my past, my future, my baggage

On his own back, and tells me to walk.

In the past, I have fought this man

He's tried so many times to take my sins.

But when redeemed, I can't adjust

My back is used to the weight

I don't belong, but I'm so comfortable here.

I've thrown this man to the ground

Ripped my bags from his back

Put them on, they've become my security.

Now, I'm so tired of fighting

Take from me these things I bear

Replace my comfort

My burdens for glory

My Lust for your LOVE.

I look at him, and see no bags

"I've taken these for you

Years ago, like you've learned.

Why then do you hold on?

You know you don't belong"