Am I right or am  I wrong.
I grieve for the lost of those that are not looked upon.
I look at them with a mirror staring right back at me.
I look for a temple I can dwell in but I can't find any.
Maybe the shell of me Is the temple I can't see.
I don't want to see a set of rules I must practice everyday.
I don't want to sing hymns, that makes me appear very
righteous then I am.
I deal with a wicked flesh and I need the Lord to heal.
I am in search of God and I am looking for the narrow gate.
Each of us needs to look for our salvation.
Each of us needs to find peace with the Lord.
So this is not a good bye to my brothers and sisters in the Lord.
This is a time for me to search for the Lord.