Not Where I Belong
Sometimes this feeling, "Jesus, come,"
Sweeps over me. so strong;
My soul cries out, "This sinful world
is not where I belong!"
My transient heart desires far more
Than baubles bright with gold.
These eyes of flesh abhor the things
They daily must behold.
Licentious multitudes reject
The God who gave them life;
Their mocking voices slash and rend
As surely as a knife.
That's why my reaching heart would strive
For that which lies beyond
The confines of this grasping earth.
I feel myself respond
To tuggings in the midnight houl;
Compelling,. gently sweet;
I long for that finality
Which makes the soul complete.
That's why this feeling, "Jesus, come,"
Sweeps over me so strong;
This sinful world where I now dwell
Is not whereI belong!
-Mary Mason