The Master's hands

In my loneliness I was cast away
In the despair of being deserted I lost my name
A fugitive amidst nature
A vagabond amidst lovers
I walked to and fro
My tired feet scanning the ends of the earth
My placenta had been buried in a lonely field right from birth
Certainly! Most assuredly!
That explained why I would cower into a shadow
At the sight of mankind.
I sought for hope and peace
However my aloofness was an aching disease
In my state, I was ripped away from everyone else.

In search of my lost self ,
I swayed, I stumbled, I fell then cried for help .
But there was no one in sight.
An old rugged cross was all I had left

So I crawled in my royal garments through the sand
In my tears I persevered with hopes
That I would one day hold my Master's hand
That in the company of the holy one
Those I had wronged would maybe understand
However, I was but disillusioned in my beliefs
For they disowned me!
I was no longer to be called their own
I was not only lonely, I was banished

Yet I arose with glee
My faith spiralling up like water from a fountain
I engaged in the Angel's dance
My fate was no longer left to chance
In my wilderness my heart had learnt,
I was never lonely
I had always been tenderly held,
In my Master's caring hands.