Pilgrim vs Nomad

Pilgrim vs Nomad


I am a nomad, I have no home.
No hope for future, distance unknown.
I travel from pleasure to pleasure
reaping the seeds that I've sown
then pack my bags and leave
if I'm not pleased with the drone
of my situation grown.
I walk alone.
I walk aimlessly for a place that will never satisfy my soul.
I have a void, I have a hole.
Why do I run?
There is nothing beyond my tombstone.

I am the pilgrim, a stranger to this land.
I dont belong here,
I will not stop here.
I have a residence, I have a home.
It is not this world's self-proclaimed throne.
I have a promise waiting for me
as I walk through this land of hyposcrisy.
My journey predestined, my arrival unkown.
Though my patience be tested, his glory is shown.
I have a home! I have a home!
I am a pilgrim not of my own,
but a child of the father, alive and atoned.
I will walk by faith though my eyes decieve me,
though my legs be weary,
though other pilgrims betray thee.
I'm a pilgrim for a vapor
but the promise of the saviour
is rest for the weary
and hopeful eternity.

The difference of these
is not the distance of ease,
but rather does the ends of the travel
justify the means.
Are you a pilgrim or a nomad?
Do you have a purpose and a homeland?
Or do you live for naught?
the sinking, sinking sand of this world's nomad.