Time as a pastor
Will eventually absolve all of our sins
Will let us go in peace
Wherever our path will lead us
But who are we after all turbulences
After all turmoils that impoverished us
Leaving the hole
where the heart was supposed to be
After all, who are we?
Watching the time as it's going
Holding hands like we did before
We are no more than human beings
Who fell and got up..what for?
Who sinned,
Who saw the world crashing down
And followed it
Led astray
But look at us now, we are here Together, each day.
No matter what happened
Standing here, side by side
Sins shared, life in halves
As Before and After, right?
Here we are
With no idea of where to head
Where to settle, maybe where we met?
Longing to find the place we belong to
We can't follow the flow, though
Uprooted, vulnerable but never broken.
Let's go.
Cordoba, Argentina 29.04.2017
Time as a pastor
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