I want to go

I want to go
I want to see this ball of dirt
that the geologists call earth
I want to leave this daily schedule
and move like the wind

My feet are tired of these American roads,
these money greedy streets
Houses that are lined up like they have been produced
out of a duplicating machine
shiny new cars sitting outside

This place is so superficial, so far from the reality of the rest of the world.

I want to go to the hungry
in the streets of Serbia
I want to run in the dust
with the beautiful children of Guatemala
I want to hold the AIDS affected babies
of Rwanda
and talk to college students
in the universities of Greece

I was not meant to sit here
If God made this earth as beautiful as it is
and the people in it as amazing as they are
Why not go?
Why would I want to just sit here?

My limbs are aching to leave
To go see
To go experience
To go live

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God, teach me so I can go
Prepare my heart so I can love
Callous my feet so I will have no excuses to turn back around