Author Note: Easter is just a stones throw away, there was a time in my life, long years ago when i would listen to the voice of many as I drank myself sobber, it is the eyes of life we often forget, tear songs that touch too close to reality, Wrote this listening to Hank's Luke The Drifter Songs, somehow the likes of his life and Kris kristofersons and many others drag me back to my youth and writing for the pure love of the word ringing in my mind and heart....Walt
Got a day dream making money
Living higher than I can ever fly
Take the window seat to heaven
In the love Lord hear her cry
Music from the fountain
of a new and burning life
Pick the child from the water
Lift her high to the sky
Dreams of future living
in the child
Lord in his eyes
Work of the Father saying
through the Holy Ghost
Sees the pride of all the lost
Hear me on the way
To heaven
Riding high Lord
Riding high
Talk about the many
Whose paths that
I have crossed
See the wonder
of tomorrow
In the shadow
of my cross
Angels sing in the choir
Of a church upon a hill
Feel the magic and wonder
In their heavenly voices
Lord, I can hear them still
The entire world
Sings His honor
Quietly accepts His will
We are the sad His answer
of the time to Him we kill
Take my fingers place them in the holes
Take by trembling body
Please Lord take my soul
We are drifters in the water
We are marching in the band
We are His children just looking
For the last of the Promised Land
Don't you know me I am sinner
A lost a wayward man
Lamb on His shoulder
Shepard understands
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