You hang your life on a couple of hooks.
God may or may not have secured those hooks,
but you know at least you will or will not fall.
You hang your life on a couple of hooks.
God may or may not have secured those hooks,
but you know at least you will or will not fall.




Through what passes the traveling soul,
and what through it on its way?



I need a clear voice
like a stream
to carry me