Searching the highways and the bye ways
Looking for what got lost, missing from the path
Compelling myself to travel through the strait
No matter how winding, no matter how rocky
No matter who I turned away in my yesterdays

The roads run through my memories
Of who I wanted to be, missing from myself
But it’s not about me, only who I’m not
That’s what the preacher says, who has never met me
The me I am or the me he condemns me to be

I don’t find life in me or memories
Life is found in life lived more abundantly
Than I could live in the death I found in me
So the life I live now is not the life I live now
No condemnation found in Him who set me free

No matter what I do, what I say
No matter who I am, I’ll never be the man
Perfect in all my ways, I will always be
A no man of no worth, a man already dead
Alive in the mystery that we are all His own

© 2017 Tim D. Coulter Sr.