A Strange Country

To those folks who have been twice born
That second birth has brought them where
a host of different clothes are worn
And foreign accents there to hear.

As strangers there, we understand
The world knows not a second birth
Or of a God, who blessing planned
To show His Love to all the Earth. .

Familiar scenes appear as strange
A different once-known language sounds
And former speech within our range
Appears as though the foe surrounds.

For when the Cross is understood
Death to our present lives is there
For now a different brotherhood
we know, who breathe a different air.

Although we mix, and look the same
A distant view is in our eyes
For we will own a different Name
And tilt our sight toward the skies.

Book by Paul Purday

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