They're singing secular songs in the churches
And there's not a word of God
It's all Schubert and Beethoven
Oh and lots of french love songs
So let's go down on Sunday morning
To hear that Jacob sermon read
Everybody's dressed in their finest apparal baby
Listening to the preacher eulogies
Then we'll pray
Yea we'll pray
Our souls will rise upon that date
Pray we change to better ways
All about menage a trois
Hear those heart felt Leider
Coming from that deep bass voice
And whilst some sleep through this music
Others weep for all the pain
As they sing secular songs to the churches baby
It's time to kneel let's kneel and pray.
That's followed by the chorus again with lots of soulful hallelujah's thrown in and at this part I can't decide which to sing - Pray or Hallelujah!
I brought the cowboy to this cemetary yesterday. We seem to have burned through all our illusions about each other in the past few weeks - and decided we still think it's a good thing to hang out together awhile. I feel good about that.
One of the artists I was working with, Nancy Greenfield, came up today and collected the inventory of hers I still had. Nancy and I had a great, though short-lived working relationship and made friends in the process. I sold a little of her work for her and we ended our business relationship on very good terms. Plus, I made another new friend. Hi, Joe! Hope you found me.
I feel good about that.
I'm prepared for the upcoming surgery and am eager to get it over with and start the process of recovery. Ya'll remind me of that two weeks from now when I'm wanting to kill my physical therapist! I feel good about that.
And there's one thing for sure. I'm not "asleep in Jesus" yet. And let me tell you, I feel very good about that!