Who is fencing in or out
what I may ask or don’t
Who is fencing in or out
what I may ask or don’t
I didn’t mean to be mean!
Please, my soul
has gotten rotten.
Help me, Lord,
to heal it true.
When you put the heat to them
A thousand leaves are left.
Three are falling now.
After all these years,
that you still don’t understand these things!
He who waits for what
God does not give
fidgets
I went looking for
the shoot that wanted watering
but the tiller has sunk
it within me
God’s gut channels the grief of the world
We weep ourselves away
Our Lady of Guadalupe went north to seek my sister.
Her kindness led her, it was all she needed to share.