For you
I have the utmost respect
Humble man cut
from good moral thread
A life that
shines from treating others well
Taught us to
be kind, to ‘always lightly tread’
Imbued a
love of books and of making things grow
Our childhood punctuated with long journeys by car
Our childhood punctuated with long journeys by car
Nights under
big sky canvas of bright ideas
While you
played “Jimmy Crack Corn” on your guitar
You taught
us to think, to question, to reason
And to keep
going when things get rough
A fine
example of how to be good- but
Our attempts
at goodness are not enough
In
this dance, dance of dust,
Not seeing all,
but still we trust
That as we dance, fall and rise
Dust turns to light, spirit flies
One day you will check out of here
I choke back tears imagining you gone
One day you will check out of here
I choke back tears imagining you gone
What I would
do just to know
You’ve made friends with the everlasting One
You’ve made friends with the everlasting One
Wish I could
show you the Jesus I love
Who is not about rules, slavery or force
Who is not about rules, slavery or force
And it’s not
about fear of damnation
But rather the embracing of Source
But rather the embracing of Source
Faith is not
a refusal to think
It’s about
life and being set free
For me death
has no sting
and my hope is that you’ll join me
and my hope is that you’ll join me
In
this dance, dance of dust,
Not seeing all, but still we trust
That as we dance, fall and rise
Dust turns to light, spirit
flies
So I will keep making my request that
Architect of
the mountains you know
Would speak through wild flowers and mention
That “I Am” has been waiting for you
Would speak through wild flowers and mention
That “I Am” has been waiting for you
To burst
open your mind, to unlearn
To look again at what the clever call foolish
To look again at what the clever call foolish
Mysterious truths
that demand we return
to the uncluttered thinking of children
Climb the tree, find the fruit of grace
Climb the tree, find the fruit of grace
Even if you reach out on a limb
Even if you
fall flat on your face
Faith is not
a refusal to think
It’s about
life and being set free
For me death
has no sting
and my hope is that you’ll join me
and my hope is that you’ll join me
In
this dance, dance of dust,
Not seeing all, but still we trust
That as we dance, fall and rise
Dust turns to light, spirit flies
Dust turns to light, spirit flies
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