Stranger from Another Realm

Into the night he whispers
Stranger from another realm
Shrouded form so sweetly familiar
Apparition from youth I once touched

Into my mind he whispers
Stranger from another realm
Unfolding path steers my awkward steps
Only moving forward matters 

Into my soul he whispers
Stranger from another realm
Drawing me towards immortality
I sense a presence not of this earth

Often The Stranger visits us in childhood when our hearts believe before our eyes see. Like blindfolded children swinging at a candy-packed piñata, someone connects and those around hear the rush of fallen treasure. The compulsion to pull off the blindfold seems so natural in those innocent moments. The ability to believe, so natural.

And then we grow up and become cynical. Our eyes need to see in order to believe. Whatever happened to the innocence of youth? To our trusting hearts?

Oh that I might become like a child again, trusting what my heavenly father plans for me.

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