Your presence just walked in the door.
I feel you by my side.
You must have heard the other night
When I laid down and cried.
Your presence walks across the room,
And takes me by the hand.
It makes my inner feelings now
Feel oh so very grand.
Your presence stands so quietly
Without a single word.
I thank the Lord so very much.
My prayer He must have heard.
Your presence isn’t really you
With all your wondrous ways,
But with your presence by my side
I’ll pass the next few days.
When I hear a sparrow sing,
Oh the joy that he does bring.
When I hear his springtime song,
Then I know he does belong
Where he can be heard by all;
Center stage, Carnegie Hall.
Seeking what, and where, and when.
Seeking now and seeking then.
Seeking that elusive place.
Seeking out from in the race.
It is there somewhere I know.
Always after it I’ll go.
Never knowing what I’ll find.
Never daring change my mind.
Seeking out and up and on.
Seeking all until the dawn.
Knowing not just what I seek.
Knowing that my drive’s not weak.
Caring not what it will take.
Caring only that I wake
With a joy for what I seek.
With a joy for what I seek.
Scalloped thoughts do beckon
And press to understand.
They meet with some resistance
And pass from hand to hand.
Sometimes they’re placed above the tide,
But get lost in the spray.
Their staying does depend upon
The shift of sand today.
The breeze can gather up those thoughts,
And blow them round about.
But they can gather back again
If breeze be not too stout.
One seldom feels the flowing tide
Could stable thoughts prepare.
But they can gather easily
Out in the fresh salt air.
Reflect upon yourself
Search down deep inside
See if you can reach a thought
That you have tried to hide
If you find one, pull it out
Set and think awhile
Then go back and search some more
To put yourself on trial
Overgrown graveyard,
Moss covered stones,
All titled and twisted
And marking the bones
Of ageless dead faces
All looking the same
There stands a big one
Displaying my name.
Dark moods
Stretching out
Crawling all around
More often here
More often deep
More often stay around
Time is adding to the same
Time is long to go
Something makes it more intense
Exactly, I don’t know
Sometimes I feel
I can’t endure
Till the distant end
Guess I better
Head on out
Go look up a friend.
