I Don’t Belong

I DON’T BELONG

words by Gloria Gaither, music by Buddy Greene  buddygreene.com

It’s not home

Where men sell their souls

And the taste of power is sweet

Where wrong is right

And neighbors fight

While the hungry are dyin’ in the streets

Where kids are abused

And women are used

And the weak are crushed by the strong

Nations gone mad

Jesus is sad

And I don’t belong

Chorus:

I don’t belong

And I’m going someday

Home to my own native land

I don’t belong

And it seems like I hear

The sound of a “welcome home” band

I don’t belong

I’m a foreigner here

Singing a sojourner’s song

I’ve always known

This place ain’t home

And I don’t belong

Don’t belong

But while I’m here

I’ll be living like I’ve nothin’ to lose

And while I breathe

I’ll just believe

My Lord is gonna see me through

I’ll not be deceived

By earth’s make-believe

I’ll close my ears to her siren song

By praisin’ His name, I’m not ashamed

‘Cause I don’t belong

Repeat Chorus

I belong

To a kingdom of peace

Where only love is the law

Where children lead

And captives are freed

And God becomes a baby on the straw

Where dead men live

And rich men give

Their kingdoms to buy back a song

Where sinners like me

Become royalty

And we’ll all belong

Yes I belong

And I’m going someday

Home to my own native land

Where I’ll belong

And it seems like I hear

The sound of a “welcome home” band

Yes, I’ll belong

No foreigner there

Singin’ a sojourner’s song

I’ve always known

I’m going home

Where I belong

Yes I’ve always known

This place ain’t home

And I don’t belong

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