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, Michael W. Smith, your 1991 hit,
has been on rewind in my brain since yesterday’s a.m.
There I was, ho-hummingly bored, but determinedly moving on the treadmill I call, Millie, when your long ago song, that I honestly haven’t thought about in one million days, placed itself front and center onto my playlist.
& WoW
Can you still hear me ? walloped my vibe like a ton of bricks.
Where do I belong? brought tears.
Is there a vision …?
yep.
!! waaaaaaaa !!
Funny thing about hearing these awesome lyrics this go-around though, is I really. truly. with all my heart. feel I have been heard
or
er
maybe ?? maybe, I finally listened.
Either way, my answer is here,
and now.
But just why in the world should you or anyone on this planet care about such a minuscule fact about little ol’ me ??!!??
Because I wandered
and I wondered
and I questioned
and ignored.
I fought
and doubted
and theorized
and hushed.
I boxed my inevitable for so, soooooo L O N G !! but I became what I was meant to be, regardless.
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 ??
your lovely words are welcomed to stay & stay & stay in my brain,
because
! YaY !
I’ve found my place.
🙂