My Place
If there are millions
Down on their knees
Among the many
Can you still hear me?
Hear me asking
Where do I belong?
Is there a vision
That I can call my own?
Oh, Steven W. Smith. ♥ Your 1991 hit A Place In This World
has been on rewind in my brain for ummm, maybe five days now. It is pleasantly hunkered with no apparent plan to leave and where it came from or why it insists is kinda sorta beyond me.
There I was, ho-hummingly bored but determinedly moving on that dreaded exercise bike when your long ago song that I honestly haven’t thought about in a million days was searched for and found
& WoW
“Can you still hear me ?” walloped like a ton of bricks.
“Where do I belong?” made me weep.
“Is there a vision …?” yep. waaaaaaaa.
I’m figuring it’s the holidays and with that bright, brand !! new !! approaching I have become a sentimental puddle of mushy mush.
uh huh.
Same. Time. Every Year.
Funny thing about this go-around though is I really, truly with all my heart feel that I have been HEARD or, errr maybe ?? I finally listened. Either way. BAM. It is here. It is now
& just why in the world should you or anyone on this planet care about such a minuscule fact about me ??!!??
Because I wandered and I wondered and I questioned and ignored. I fought and I doubted and I theorized and hushed. I boxed my inevitable for so, soooooo L O N G !! but, it became me anyways.
Hear those voices ? Feel that drumbeat ? See the signs ?? Yeah. Follow what your heart is whispering and I promise, enlightenment awaits.
Looking for a reason
Roaming through the night to find
My place in this world
My place in this world
Not a lot to lean on
I need Your light to help me find
My place in this world
Hey, Michael W. Smith ?? You and your lovely words are welcomed to stay and ! YaY !
I’ve found my place.
🙂