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His Hand

Writer's picture: Roland BrunnenkantRoland Brunnenkant

I'm wandering

In this foreign land

Trust in God, he holds me

on his hand

Who are these people, Lord

I do not know you

It's so strange because

Nobody looks me in the face.


Where o Lord shall I go

How many of these abominations

do i still need to see

They lie and cheat

They fake and kill

I stand by

And she doesn't care

I'm already starting

To ask God

And then I begin to understand

The others can

don't even see me


It's like a look

into a gloomy world

Which is governed by greed

And chasing the money.

Why sir, do I have to

walk in the here and now,

Why sir do you begin

Not finally taking action?


you say a little more

time must pass

A chance to turn back

I have to understand.

I say sir

you don't deserve it

why are you asking them

Not in court.


He'll tell me soon

Then the time has come,

In his face

I see sadness

So many of them were born

So many of them are lost.


But then my vision clears

I begin to understand again

I was allowed the world

see through His eyes.


I myself am as a stranger

part of this country

And I still feel

His hand.


I too needed this chance to turn back


Author: Roland Brunnenkant

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