There was a time when I gave it all away turned my back on the world to search my soul; put away my own agenda to seek for signs.
At the dark edge of a decaying life I called your name, again and again trying to make sense of your book You walked me through an open door and bathed me in light.
Things were different from that day on. No longer streetwise, but like a babe in arms: Naive. A back-to-basics urchin in a strange culture Alien, but with a home for my heart.
The years wore me down lowering my resistance. I gave up my selfish reins then took them back again. You washed me in the water of life I went out and muddied my garments; You gave me gifts aplenty I took them to the world and got lost in the marketplace where few have an ear to hear. I cast pearls in a pigsty and got trampled on.
Caught between my inclination and your invitation; You wait with open arms and a heavenly feast I struggle with the nature of the beast. - Keith Newman
Out The Garage, 2002
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