My old street

I drove down my old street the other day.
Some boys kicked a ball on the green, where I once would play.
The trees on the green are as fat as me
And one of the three trees no longer remains, I see.

I wanted to stop, speak of years before,
But they wouldn't have understood what I did it for,
So I drove on.

On looking through my window and seeing a hill

On looking through my window and seeing a hill peeping out between the concrete

There's always a gap in any terrain
There's always a way
To find comfort from pain.


There's always a space in any place
There's always a way
To go on by God's grace

Resolution

I'll guard the source of life, my heart,
From sin's foul stream I'll keep apart.
Lord, keep this well spring pure and whole
And oft may Christ refresh my soul.

Indecision

My spirit says yes
But my soul says no
The Lord says go
And I say whoa

She

She spoke of silence
Her words were grey
We'd walked through fields
Of amber hay.

She spoke of values
Her words grew strong
We'd walked mountains
Heard birds in song.

She spoke of wisdom
Her words were clear
We'd walked through rain
Cross land so drear.


She spoke of leaving
Her words grew cold
We'd walked forests
Our love now old.

Carnivores

If were a tiger
Maybe I'd bite your leg.
If I were a spider
I guess I'd spin a web.
But as I'm a man
I've a better plan,
I'll just look the other way.


If were a cobra
I'd go straight for your head.
If I were a boa
I'd squeeze you 'til you're dead.
But as I'm a man
I've a better plan,
I'll just look the other way.