The Pieces Of The Puzzle

I have no desire
To fit in
The foolish prisoner
Plays the harmonica
To everyone’s surprise
“Play on, play on”
He blows music for the soul
He stops,
With a frown,
And goes back to his mattress
Sad he didn’t endure the act of the fool this time
Thrown in prison because he can make people dance
The government doesn’t very much like that
But God overhears
And Christ enjoys the melody for the soul
The prisoner is welcome at the gates of Heaven
Yet waits behind bars away from society
The puzzle pieces are scattered
Know God’s Love
And have Him recognize your soul
Then follow your most passionate dreams
Because at that point,
You won’t need to fit in, my dear
God will know where you are

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