At bottom a brittle foot a little bit clay
A top hat of gold, fat silvery ass
These kings feed their lions in the biblical way
A little bit stuck here but be still my soul
You may run the table but never yourself
Where Son of Man Who has control
Where Spirit of God, there my dusty shelf
in little dry desert Beside me lush green
No iron hard road No yellow brick walk
One light touch heaven at hand Map the scene
The rod and the staff here A comforted flock
Still waters flow through innermost being
A little part death but sweet life surrounding
Loom Angels Moses Elijah..
A little bit heaven - this Hell fire astounding -
Hear clearly the Son - Hallelujah!
Near, dearly, the Son - Hallelujah!
©2015 Gary Ottoson
