An Excuse Overcome

The sun is setting

And the stars are ready

For this day to come to an end

An overtaking night sweeps in

The clouds communicate

Their laughter turns to rain

Gravity pulls the water down

But in stubbornness, turns it back around

A voice is carried down the river by a chilling breeze

Are You its owner, speaking out to me?

I hear You, oh I hear You

But I'm not as obedient as the trees that grow toward You

I need You, You know I need You, Lord

So I'll take that piece of wood and move forward

The buzzing bees and chirping birds ensure

That all is well, yet we still endure

The pain of the day and the cricks in our necks

What's next? Glasses and specs?

The morning grass is wet with dew

And each seed sprouts in the golden hue

I suppose I can't complain

After all, You've given me a name

I hear You, oh I hear You

But I can't speak as well as my brother before You

I need You, my God, I need You

Torn, I'll take up this piece of wood and move forward

peace, love, and originals.

kaeli