Eighty is Weighty

Grace is a wave of loving and merciful energy.
Grace is riding free
Grace is dining for free
Grace is not having a care in the world
Grace is letting things be
Grace is in you and Me

Grace

Grace is a wave of loving and merciful energy.
Grace is riding free
Grace is dining for free
Grace is not having a care in the world
Grace is letting things be
Grace is in you and Me

Our Father Who Art in Heaven

Who art in heaven
Hollow are our prayers
We carelessly say
Your name in vain.

The kingdom for
Which we pray
Often seems to be
Our own

A Prayer for Everything

Let your balm
Bleed forth into
This desperate world
Slowly, to breed hope
Surely, to seed faith
Flowingly, to lift
Us with love

Bomb Bay

I shouldn’t have taken off
With such Bravado
Fuel is plenty
When you are twenty

Our bombs are dropped away
We have closed the bomb bay
I see the shore line
My engines are not fine

The Dance

I forget
You remember,

I fall
You lift me up.

I mess up
You clean up.

I get angry
You smile.

I doubt
You give me faith.