Another Castaway Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

I entered your door looking for more
than even I could understand;
the need to belong to somethin' or
find some hope in a promised land.

Heard the Word; sang the songs,
but it was hard to really fit in,
though there wasn’t any problems
going on and on about my sin.

Repent you said, and so I did,
but I feel emptier still;
trying to follow all those rules
I'm only drowning in my guilt.

Is there any real joy in heaven?
or do we just sit and pray? Will
a new life with God, be any fun?
Maybe I'd just get in the way.

Not real sure there’s a place for me
at some fancy feastin’ table;
I’m only another of life's losers,
a castaway or so I'm labeled.

But if HE'S still turnin' water to wine
feedin' folks on fishes and bread,
I'd be thankful for a really good meal
and a safe place to lay my head.