Pilgrim
By Frank Raj
Hey pilgrim, where have you been for the forgiveness of your sins?
To Benares, Bodhgaya, Jeddah, Jerusalem, Rome, I’ve been to see
What burdens people bring and what is it that can set them free
I’ve been dunked in the Jordan but washed clean at the start
Of the shortest pilgrimage – my carnal mind to a believing heart
No man-made rituals, or any bondage in the religious super mart
I know what it is to carry the weight of my sins; I tried, like a fool
Living easily, effortlessly, as if I lived life in a big swimming pool
Sin’s burden when carried like a bucket full of water, is heavy and cruel
Lust, pride, and impetuousness did not just disappear overnight
Thorns were deeply embedded, had to be plucked, put up a fight
My chains were broken, grace kept me free, no, it wasn’t my might
Are you a pilgrim, carefree tourist licking the earth, you go with the flow?
Do you believe one day we all meet the Owner and He will want to know?
What did you do with the life He gave, make any difference, can you show?
Can your good works bestow enough righteousness to bribe God for His favor?
Does the Almighty track our deeds in an enormous book of accounts or never?
If His standard of holiness is impossible, can He alone intervene as our Savior?
When we come face to face with our awesome Creator, how would we plea?
Why are the birds and beasts so wary of a human being that they all just flee?
Holy, Almighty God, is the only sacrifice for our eternal salvation, can you see?
