From where i stood, Tecate Baja California.
20 feet from the line.
20 feet from a different world.
from where i stood all was mine.
i step across that fence and I'm swirled.
i turn around and see rich American soil.
i look down and see poverty. and pain.
but I'm slid forward with a passionate oil.
this world where i stand hasn't been blessed with the rain.
i walk to my temporary home.
I'm bum rushed by little brown eyed smiles.
and for a moment, I roam.
in the thought of the voice thats called me away all these miles.
7 days. 168 hours. 10080 minuets later.
I'm back on the rich soil side.
my views now a little straighter.
and now there is something new i cannot hide.
a new look on the love we still hold.
for our brothers and sisters in Christ.
i was shown hearts of poor still rich as gold.
from where i stood. i was given a chance never too be priced.