A wanderer of this earth, nomadic and vagrant.
Rancid this no-one, this no-place, this no-where,
Ever since the Fall, the colossal Pall.
Oh Father in heaven who absolves the nameless,
tames the stride,
Washes the rancid,
fragrants the vagrant--
Root me with abandon.
To emulate thy Name,
and walk according to thy stride.
Joyful am I.
This no-one, this no-place, this no-where
has become someone - has a someplace, a somewhere.
someone, in The One; someplace, in mansions of glory;
somewhere, for all timeless Eternity.
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