Seceding
by Daniel Morgan
James 4:5
The storm's punctuation passed,
A circuit rider gone away,
Has left me with what thoughts I thought
I just might pass along your way.
How I can hear her smile again,
Out here with all the sea-shaped clouds,
And it is telling me of things
I'd better not to voice aloud.
And better that Christ tell her so
Cause I can't bear her sloey-eyes.
Since You and I both share one heart,
Both without words for what's inside.
I figured she might need a laugh,
Or feelings that could ease the pain,
Of living with the memories
That somethings just aren't quite the same.
It's an old vintage of summer's end:
We shared some smoked theology.
You laughed 'till hair fell in your eyes
And kissed our dreams long after three.
So if You follow me back home
With lyrics for the journey there,
I've have the words to hum a tune;
I've have a song that stills this fear.
That's the grace I need today,
A couple lines and melody.
For You've put seeds inside of me,
Are desperate, Lord, to set it free.
And in the faces of the street,
You give Your name so casually,
I almost wish You might refrain,
And didn't have so much to bleed.
With merry-making, step in time,
Pour out their bloody wine's dowry,
Though they can only comprehend
Kisses of an enemy.
Just for today the skies are clear,
But night will come and cover these.
So I tell them to get inside
With water just beneath my feet.
That's the grace I need today,
The lyrics and the melody.
For You've put seeds inside of me,
Are desperate, Lord, to set it free.
And by the time we get through town,
I'll have left dust on every door.
The spirit and the word have come
And they say that it's gonna pour.
It's madness to run back to her,
But it's all part of sovereignty
Until this song I sing of You
Has become a part of me.
That's the grace I need today,
The lyrics and the melody.
For You've put seeds inside of me,
Are desperate, Lord, to set it free.
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