When left to his own path man often stumbles and falls, but life goes on and flowers grow and bloom.

I am just a whisper teasing in the wind

lover of your freedom living within

take a rainbow turn it inside out



cool water washes away my sin



Fingers of the velvet touch from on high

guide my path to the world in which I try

thoughts of everlasting melt inside my mind



words from the ages leave me a place to go



Shake the dust from sandals as I leave

no one is listening no one chooses to believe

belly is empty, heart and mind groan



marker of this visit is a tall pillar of salt



Field lays dormant like a buried coin

wild rice mixed among the weed

chaff is burned with the good seed



who is the labor who agreed to work for one



Servant made his way to drink

bitter wine turned to pale ink

silent night turned to prayer sang



Watched as the traitor from a tree did hang



Just who and what was saved

I think I heard a harp played

visitors just don’t understand



lift up the child and bury the man



Scroll found among the dead

simple words played and then said

faith vs good yet to see and I still believe



Faith alone saves, good works only last for days



“Road to hell with good intention paved”

sack cloth and aches truly saved

I have just moved down the road a ways



cherub sings me to my home

candle burns lighting the way