On the Wind of a Wednesday thinking about Joel Bratton Wondering under the sun of a Sunday I feel one with the sun when it speaks to my skin And then another one to listen to the wind begin But in the end the wind will be what carries me away On the wind of a Wednesday another time around And under the sun with a wonderful sound Of the wonder of love when I rise above from under Where I sat silently on Saturday Like another did once in the tomb like a womb When waiting for the sun there to speak to my skin And listening then for the wind to begin When that was the how what was then became now And now is the how I must just wait and see What the sound of the wind of a Wednesday will be But I can tell from now it will be wonderful somehow As above and under full of love and wonder Under the sun I discover how to fly On the wind of a Wednesday and into the sky Under the sun and then into the sea Carried back to the womb for the lack of a tomb When the struggle is over then and I will be free Carried by what is and does nor buried by what was or might have been And not only to be carried to be carried as it were away To be and not to be beyond what any day has seen So the moon of a Monday may find it hard to see And though the tune of a Tuesday is the existential blues day By day my eyes adjust as must but night by night as might And they only see love now as they open to the light To be and not to be an any of the many one And being lost and found to hear a wonderful sound When the sun having spoken I transcend my skin In token for the broken and I hear the wind begin As the wind of a Wednesday brings me to the day of thunder A day to span forever now a day to always be of All the days the ever best the ever blessing of the blessed When you will hear the singing ringing swinging down to me to bring Me through the other side of always to the heart of everything +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX