Looking in seems rather strange
To those not in the know
We seem to be a different breed
It comes as quite a blow
What have they got that we have not
They seem to sadly cry
I wish that I could be like them
Instead of scraping by.
First you have to realise
That there is something more
Turn around, ask Jesus in
That’s what His death was for
Transformation will begin
Your life will change for good
You’ll be like those other folk
You never understood.