I wander the earth terrain alone
Taking comfort to find, along the way
Nothing is written in stone
Wind and rain chill to the bone
I refuse to kneel, plead and pray
Or listen to missionaries chant and moan
Although my spirit will soon intone
Words that appear , with faith I say
Nothing is written in stone
Voices and sounds my ears bemoan
Speaking in tongues both night and day
I wander the earth terrain alone
Teachers preach of skills to hone
Repeating text with a price to pay
Nothing is written in stone
With spirit voices given on loan
Waiting to pounce without delay
I wander the earth terrain alone
Nothing is written in stone.
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