The truth is that I'm a leather tramp
Because I'm broken to the grind.
I can't go back forever.
But by the grace of God
And the help of friends, there is some rubber
Turning down beneath my wheels
As I move down the highway,
And gas within my tank.
And I trust that it will be so
For as long as He sees fit, perhaps forever.
Wouldn't that be a miracle?!
But if it ever changes
And I am seen for what I am,
I won't complain. Did you know
That once He said that he wants the world
To see me how He sees me.
Perhaps that is why,
For I
Have found rich and unseen treasures.
My mind has seen things I struggle to describe.
But I will try. I will give the world
The riches in my mind
If I am able.
