heavy suitcase

Heavy Suitcase
4-1-16

O, blessed Assyria, the work of my hands
And Israel my inheritance
Through the darkness of unnamed pathways
Tomorrow keeps turning around
America is dying in that we don't have the heart
Let the peace of God rule in your works of art
We wear the same thorny crown
So it comes from a terrible land
Setting sail out onto a wonderful sea
Come these precious hours that keep us so tightly bound
I'm just writing it
Carrying her in my suitcase full of trinkets
My ticket to accompaniment
That's a long time soon coming....





Crankshaft
4-1-16

I keep cranking them out
God has His reasons
My heart tied up in knots
As emotions stem from thoughts
And I will just be
Wait and see
Nothing I am standing on
Come transition into the light of dawn
Through the door, yes, straight on through
I am glad to have gotten through to you
I set a goal to read a novel
Trying to be friendly
Where do I really see it
Does it really matter
In the seeds I scatter to really rock this place
God, let me shine my light
On this darkest day....