STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND          BY JOHN FLYNN

THE MAN ON MY BUMPER IS FLASHING HIS DIMMERS
CAUSE I’M ONLY DOING TEN OVER THE LIMIT
TOO SLOW FOR HIS ANGER HE GIVES ME THE FINGER
AS HE RACES BY ME A SAD FEELING LINGERS

I’M STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND
IN THIS LAND WHERE I WAS BORN
I FEEL JUST LIKE A STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND
JUST TRYING TO GET BACK HOME

SHE PUSHES HER CART INTO LINE AT THE CHECK-OUT
SHE KEEPS HER EYES LOW AS HE SAYS “GET THE HECK OUT!”
“WE DON’T WANT YOUR KIND HERE. GO BACK TO YOUR COUNTRY!” 
SHE LOOKS UP AND SAYS, “THIS IS WHERE I COME FROM” SHE’S

A STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND
IN THIS LAND WHERE SHE WAS BORN
SHE FEELS JUST LIKE A STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND
JUST TRYING TO GET BACK HOME

WE’RE WEREN’T ALWAYS LIKE THIS WE LEARNED FEAR AND HATRED
FROM MEN WITH CONTEMPT FOR THE THINGS WE HOLD SACRED
THEY NAILED JESUS CHRIST TO THEIR OWN GOSPEL SEQUEL
CAUSE WHAT GOOD'S A GOD WHO LOVES EVERYONE EQUAL

NOW HE’S A STRANGER IN A STRANGE LAND
NOT THE LAND WHERE HE WAS BORN
AND WE’RE ALL JUST LIKE STRANGERS IN A STRANGE LAND
JUST TRYING TO GET BACK HOME


THE MAN ON MY BUMPER IS FLASHING HIS DIMMERS


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