Your water moves, it ebbs and flows
it burns like fire in my soul
it shakes in ways I can’t control
and can’t even explain
The love of God is deep and wide
the heart of God — beauty defined
the love of man’s a fickle tide
why do you love us so?
Oh, my word
how bittersweet this life
with hope and sorrow
intertwined
I wish I knew my father well
maybe one day we’ll sit a spell
stare deep into that holy well
of eyes so blue and gray
Your demons are the same as mine.
and in choosing words you take your time
You are a poem that doesn’t rhyme
It is beautiful that way
My brother is a lonesome man
on whom the shadows did descend
but I will be your Samaritan
oh I would walk through fire for you
the sky may fall, the earth may quake
the rafters and the walls may shake
but it’s the little things which separate
a brother from his own