2008 - Wrightsville Beach
FLYING IN
My idea clock is skipping ticks
And may stop flat if I’m not quick
To conjure up another trick
But I don’t want to think a thing
Not even dream.
ON THE ROAD TO WRIGHTSVILLE BEACH
I pull off the road to park
And cry my eyes out in the dark
Well I can’t sit like this all day
I blow my nose and wipe away
Tears from my swollen eyes, and pray
Dear Lord, I’ve hit a hopeless phase
Please light me through this hazy maze
Then right before my bleary eyes
A purple, pink, golden sunrise
A sign! This too shall pass, I say
I start my engine and drive away.
AFTER CHURCH ON WRIGHTSVILLE BEACH
It’s sunday now, God’s will was done
Wave watching, walking, prayer, sun
Gave me my slice of daily bread
And energized my heart and head.
Hallowed by Thy name.
