Remember how you go round and round a familiar street
How the people, environment and familiar buildings look downbeat
How your old clothes and old friends no longer fit
And how you once felt the grass grow under your feet
Remember when you felt down and left out
How you felt flout and would shout
How day and night you were clouded with doubt
And still, there was no way out
I’ve been there, rolling deep in the sea
I felt like a dead meat
I was on a hot seat
But I couldn’t sit ‘cos I was not part of the elite
This is how I also felt in the house of God
Oh how I thought and fought
I wanted so hard to be part of the squad
It felt odd that God could leave me unclothed
And so I fought God
Went away because yea, I felt like a clod
And all the while, I didn’t know I walked like a plod
But he found me again and showed me why he is God
Got caught up in his grace, now I can say that I’m saved
I stopped the chase and came back to base
Now I can say that I am in a good place
With a good space, grace and face.
Who Speaks? 