On The Outside Looking In

he came in from the cold and dark
a long time ago. Heard the call,
said, yes. it was nice. warm, friendly
and there was love all around

there was plenty to eat
bread, milk and meat, water
abundant, honey so sweet
he ate and drank til he was full

he was part of the family
his forehead glistened with oil
and out of his belly the
promised rivers did flow

today it is different
there's not much joy within
no oil on his head, no river
he's on the outside looking in

he still loves the Anointed One
and the gifts and calling of God
are without repentance, but it's
hard to be heard through the window

he sees the flaws, can't feel the warmth
still burns with desire to teach, but
can't be heard. that's how it is when
you're on the outside looking in

he spoke to me the other night
I understood, knew I was right-
he wants in from the cold, he's tired
he's on the outside looking in