A Place In The Son

Ujamaa Christian Poetry

A square peg in this big round hole
That's how the world thinks of me
Not ever really fitting in
There's nowhere for me to be
The odd man out, that's who I am
That statement's not in doubt
A place that's tailor-made for me
Is what I have to scout
Somewhere I can thrive
And let my mind be free
From all the hurt and turmoil
The world keeps dumping on me
Yes, God provided a space
For each and every one
We all can go and dwell
In our places in the Son.

Written by Dorothy Riggs McCall

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