This is God’s country
And still
You sing us Home
Like the seasons change.
I run like a little child
Your song beating
Deeper
Than blood in my veins
Sing me Home, Father,
And I’ll fall like wheat
Into your open
Arms.
I’ve been writing a lot of poetry lately. I’m not complaining — poetry is an essential part of songwriting. And this particular poem wants to be a song someday, I can feel it. 🙂
