Lord, the Very Dispossessed
Lord, the very dispossessed frighten me at times
Yet I see in their anguish the anguish of You
"My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?"
Plunging deep into the pools of depravity
wanting life to feel rich for a while
trying to forget their pain; the road ahead..
But the medicine makes the sickness worse.
Like the woman at the well, they are thirsty
but they don't know what for.
As Thomas did, they look for proof.
As Peter did, they cry out in anger.
They were born for a greater, sweeter thing
Like Jesus did, help me show them, tell them
My Father, my Lord, I was one of the dispossessed.
© 2003 Ann Branson