Philip Yancey on Ecclesiastes

The only wisdom we can hope to acquire is the wisdom of humility. Humility is endless.
~T.S. Eliot

Yancey wonders how exactly this book made it into the Bible. Placed back to back with Proverbs, the book of how to live life in wisdom, it almost seems like Ecclesiastes is there to mock. But the form is possibly a tactic used by other philosophical writers and authors. Draw the reader in by denouncing everything that is apparently a part of God's rule. Love wisdom?---no, whether you love it or reject it the results are the same etc. And then, just as the paths of hedonism are lived out the writer has you trapped, and he states, "Fear God and keep His commandments, for this is the whole duty of man," (12:13).

There are moments of spiritual transcendence. "Drippings of grace," C. S. Lewis called them. Points in time whether it be in love, sex, beauty, music or what have you that an unexplainable joy and yearning is experienced. G. K. Chesterson writes before his commitment to Christ:

There had come into my mind a vague and vast impression that in some way all good was a remnant to be stored and held sacred out of some primordial ruin. Man had saved his good as Crusoe saved his goods: he had saved them from a wreck. All this I felt and the age gave me no encouragement to feel it. And all this time I had not thought of Christian theology.

But God's gifts cannot be the thing sought after or they will fail to satisfy. Wine will turn into alcoholism, says Yancey, and so on. We must acknowledge that we cannot perceive or understand God's ways fully and learn to submit to them. Yancey adds however that he does not feel Ecclesiastes is just a form of reverse apologetics. It is a reminder of the limits of being human. It sets forth the pitfalls of a life without God at the center whether pagan or Christian. The fall of Solomon's kingdom came just after its greatest wealth and reign. It is a depiction of the "city of man" v. the "city of God," the kingdom of this world v. the kingdom of heaven.

"Beautiful." (can u name what movie this is from?)

So, looks like we will be playing at the song writer's contest this Friday. Anyone who reads this keep us in prayer...for the people we'll have the opportunity to minister to. I hope that the song offers hope and strength and peace...all things lacking in the day to day grind. I want to go in humility and grace. Thanks Father for the chance to go outside the church. Thanks to Keifer and Jaymz for the sacrifice of their time.

I Love Pictures!

Who is this stud? Why it's my nephew. Right now his hobbies consist of farting a lot, drinking milk, and gazing lovestruck at the ceiling fan.

My other roommate, Leigh. We're sweet but deadly when need be. So hey, come on over, drop on by. We got yo back.

"Ooh Yah...we're at war...war w/ racism, w/ terroism but mostly w/ ourselves."

So I guess this is me in a good mood trying to look mean. What would Scully say? Watch out for little green men.



As the doctor was late in showing up for the delivery...my bro Aaron had the opportunity to test out his dream of becoming the next Doogie.

His skills pertain mainly to football hence the stance. Perhaps he will implement it into the medical field. They say video games are great hand eye coordination for surgery. Hey...you're on the right track brotha!

My kitty cat...um...Jack (AKA Colonel O'Neill, Stargate SG-1).

Frenchie to some...Mimi to others...Beloved to the One. My bro Keifer and wild sista with the newest edition, Noah.

Welcome to My World
The girls and guys next door...

Hi guys! Me and Taylor chilling above.

If ya see us on the street...beware. We don't mess around. We are thugs in search of truth. We break it down, if ya know what I mean. Break it down like Dylan at the foot of Jesus, in the kitchen with orange rolls and Bridget Jones playing the fool that everyone is but won't admit to be.

Love all you guys...you make my world beautiful.

Whoa...whatta night. First of all I didn't sleep very well and then I had a stream of dreams I didn't care to write down. Every worse case scenario and I woke up feeling so relieved. They seemed to be God inspired. Perhaps they're the cleansing dreams Scott spoke of. I wouldn't mind something more pleasant tonight. Anyway...here's something I've been working on. May be subject to change and I will add a bridge. It's quite simple but there's something about the chords I love.

Verse1:
I think it's time
to break the dam
and send water
through the land.
So we can play
free again
all you children.

Verse2:
I think it's time
to break defenses
and receive the truth
you've been fighting.
So we can be
free again
all you children.

Chorus:
Be the song over me
and You will be the song I sing.
We will run
yes we will run
just like a raging river.

Just A Quicky

The John Mark show is at some place in Charlotte called Avondale. I'll get directions soon and doors open at 7:00pm (Nov. 12th).

If everything works out...that is, work scheduling and song submission...I'll be "performing" the Hell and Back song (though I titled it The Winter for simplicity's sake) at a songwriter's contest in Charlottesville or somewhere near there. Just to see what the Lord will do! Could be great fun, so I'm hoping everything works out. It's in the Lord's hands. Just need to remember he has great, big hands!---and skillful, and tender.

I thought I liked this Kanye West song Jesus Walk. Still like some parts but I think it was better hearing it on the big screen w/ a war movie for visuals. It's like "Jesus walk with me cause I can feel the Devil's trying to break me."

Why Yes, Another Post!

What can I say?---these "hands of destiny" have a lot to get down today. Don't know where this one will go. It's up in the air but maybe a melody will come soon.

Verse 1:
I smell it in the air, everywhere, leaves are falling
in shade and light but things don’t always fall apart.
If you’ve got a little of your Dad tucked away
in your heart it’s enough to know He knows you.
And you are brave enough to see
He’s got good mysteries hidden for you
just around a corner.

Verse 2:
If I rest under a tree, let Your shade down and
fall on me. I’ll lean back before it gets too cold.
Give me Your arms, wrap them around, cause I’m not strong
and I’m not warm but if I know You, You are.
So this is where I need to see
You’ve already been here long before today
waiting for me to come.

Chorus:
Save me, and save you,
those who wait.
We will not be shamed,
we will not be shamed. (repeat)

Bridge:
He will open the mouths of those
who forgot how to speak.
He will wrestle till they’re free
you who forgot how to breathe.

A Canto on Addiction

Just a little something I wrote for a Shea movie. But I thought I'd post it case ya'll wanted to check it out too. The form is a little messed up cause of gay blogger.

The Art of Tourniquets

A song plays like a snake, slipping in and out of my ear, around my neck and down my
shirt. There isn’t time to pet these words. But I feel its seducing whisper a few layers of skin away from the beat. Just sleep…
Those silly Gypsy girls move their hips and I know they’re caught in the coil. A dusty
floor, sand everywhere but it’s not a beautiful desert. We threw our trash, our words and our filthy passions down hours ago. Now they’re just maggot skeletons that pretend to be memories worth remembering. December…
Another minute slides by without intent, following its brother out the window where time
goes when it’s forgotten. To a hole in the ground, then under earth that smothers and burns time to cold bodies. Who sets the clock…
I tap the plastic, run a finger over the black measurements, one line for every scar. Some
are buried and scream more cause they never told some kind of peace. I put a tourniquet on each, render hurt chants speechless and throw them into an ocean of blood and poison. They’ll squirm forever…
Come up for breath, drink another and back down again. I’m not talking drinks here but
an underwater world of chemical design. Manufactured by six handed men. Their scalpel eyes see what you need. Not men at all…
So this is where I left my dreams, at the bottom with the bottom feeders. And now
they’ve withered, food for scavengers. I can’t look when it’s that summer I was so happy now just fragments of words and flashes of the sun on a watery grave. Could I leave a lily for regret, at least could I do that? There’s no going back...
I know this is it, what I am made to be. Alone, alone like a voice of hope in a forest
falling beneath snow. I’ll wrap myself tighter in this dark room, pull the blinds,
blow out the candles, watch the TV shutter in and out of black. Just sleep…
And I dream there is a man waiting for me by the subway entrance. He isn’t homeless
but he isn’t Wall Street. He knows my name as if we’re best friends, says he can take me up town and feed a little bread into this lifeless frame. I’m not so sure, what’s the use. Well I suppose anything’s better than stale cigarettes. I notice something else. His voice is clear and free, which I’ve never been. Free that is, just a slave. I’ll go as long as these legs will take me. Boy, you’ll walk over mountains if you just stay close.

The Greatness of Knowing Him


I think these passages in Philippians will be inspiration for the next thing I write. I was listening to Upton's version of Psalm 23 again this morning. And as I sang the words "you make a table before my enemies/surely goodness and mercy cover me" I began to cry...not b/c of Upton's dynamic voice or piano sensitivity. But because I knew those words to be true in my own life and because I knew God in that way. So that's what our life is suppose to be all about. Knowing Him. Everything we struggle with or rejoice in is suppose to draw us closer to Him. Paul writes:

I once thought all these things were so very important, but now I consider them worthless because of what Christ has done. Yes, everything else is worthless when compared with the priceless gain of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. I have discarded everything else, counting it all as garbage, so that I may have Christ and become one with Him. (Philippians 3:7-9).

Paul goes on to say that it's not as though he has laid hold of it yet...completely. He presses on toward the goal, forgetting what's behind. It's true, in this world you will have suffering. But we can know Christ in a way that the rest of His created order cannot. We can share in His sufferings and share in His resurrection. And it's not about the suffering it's about His faithfulness, His goodness, His mercy, His intimacy, His peace, His justice through it all; that which we would not know if we ran to our makeshift comforts and lovers.

Enlist Now!

Well it's funny when the Lord answers you immediately concerning a prayer. Funny because He is the Man, the all knowing, the ultimate of wise oracles, and sometimes it takes decades to get an answer and sometimes it takes a few hours. Maybe I don't know what I was really asking for. So I prayed yesterday "make me a part of your army." Something to that effect. I may have prayed that before but it seemed to be the Spirit's proddings yesterday in that I wasn't in any kind of mood to say that. Then, I had this dream:

I was driving in a car toward my old high school. But instead of going in, I stopped briefly and then thought to myself, "I'm done with this school" and drove away. At some point I got out of my car to head over to my "job." I had gotten a position as a blacksmith. However, instead of working I passed by the smithy where there were two people at work. I got back in a car but this time there was a man sitting in the passanger's side. He was sort of gruff looking, bigger, and I had the impression that he was some kind of general. He told me were not at a level yet where we could joke with eachother, as I turned on some sort of Irish music. There was ice on the road and I avoided slamming into the back of another car. Finally, I came to a building where there were more upper ranked military officials and then people of the lower standings also. Somehow I ended up saying I would enlist and go to war.

I can't say it's the most uplifting of dreams but there is certainly something of encouragement there. I'm no longer studying in school or making my weapon. It's now time to volunteer for these coming days. And I think the battle always begins on the personal homefront. He trains your hands for battle. And then He enlarges your territory and gives you the inexperienced to help train up. It's encouraging cause I guess I am walking in wisdom afterall. Thanx Abba! Thanx angelic army warring with me!

The Shadow of His Wings

Mims said once that if we are not seeing or sensing the Lord it might be because you are hidden in the shadow of His wings. I think that is a beautiful way to view the Lord...too close to see Him...seemingly lost in darkness but all the time hidden in His shade. I've been playing around with this song all weekend (the one in the previous post). It's pretty simple. More Psalm-like I think. I decided to add a bridge. Hey Bodgy...let's meet at pops sometime soon and run through ashes (if you want).

Bridge:
(C)
Don't fear and
(G)
Be strong for
(Am)
the Lord He is near
(E)
to us (repeat)

(Back into chorus)
(Am)
Abba
(C)
Abba
(F) (Em)
I know You have not left (repeat)

Something to Play, Something to Sing

Here's something I worked on this evening instead of going to see History of Violence. I just wasn't in the mood at the last second and sat down to play my guitar instead. This is what came of it, although I had had the melody for some time. It's a working progress. I think it's gonna have either a bridge added to it or a chorus to the already existing chorus/pre-chorus.

Did I boast when I should have spoken in weakness?
Did I laugh when I should have cried for the broken?
Did I see evil when I should have seen beauty?

Chorus:
Abba
Abba
I know You have not left (repeat)

Did I sleep when I should have kept watching?
Did I hide when they asked me Your name?
Did I stand or did I run away when they brought their stones?

That's it for now. I love the chord progression the most. Sounds cool. It's been an up and down week. I've done a lot of crying and a lot of laughing. Maybe it's cause we sang on Sunday or maybe it's more birthing pains. Had a baby dream last night. I was walking along a beach and the waves were breaking parallel to the beach, not on the beach. They were huge and I remember staring at them in fascination. I had a small baby with me and I ran into several people I knew. One wave did break right up against a man's house that I visited. My baby was very small and I was concerned for it.

If birthing stuff hurts this bad in the non-physical sense I can't imagine what it'll be like in the physical. But at least you know it's a set nine month period and you can use anethesia. My birthday is coming up soon...as I mentioned before. I only mention it again cause I guess I have this birth notion on the brain. I was born on Veteran's day...so does that make me a veteran? I wish. I always feel like some messy amateur who happens to pull the trigger in the nick of time. Well that's it for tonight folks. Thanks for tuning in. Yellena if you read this...Andjelka said she'd send you this site and the ashes song lyrics. I'd love to read some of your stuff too. Email me at AE_frenchie@yahoo.com.

Charlotte Show

Well John Mark is gonna be playing in Charlotte November 12th along with Mark Mathis and Paper Tongues. Seeing as it is the day after my birthday I wonder if I'll actually attend. But I'm hoping it'll work out. The venue is to be announced and the show begins at 8:00pm. It's for JM's new CD release. I think it would be a blast. Gracie...if ya don't get my email anytime soon read this. Let's go! Let's all go and rock it out. Oh sweet...my birthday is on a Friday. 23...little Anya is growing up. :)

Lava Rooms and Ashes

I had a strange dream last night involving Aaron, Jen and I. We heard of a room that I will describe as similar to a concentration camp extermination area. There was poisonous gas and lava that was slowly filling up the room. We three climbed up through a trap door located under a chandelier and then down some steps into the room. Once inside we had to help certain people escape with these staffs we carried. We'd extend the staff to the person, they would grab hold, and we'd pull them to safe ground (all the while the lava kept getting higher). I remember one specific person...Danielle...who we could not reach. She had to jump into the water before it caught on fire and swim to the safe ground. After we left the room I returned to get all my clothes out before they caught on fire. By this point the entire room was almost full of lava.

Well...I decided to add a third verse to From the Ashes. Now it really will be ten minutes long but that's not why I did it. I was worshipping today and I got the impression that the Lord wanted to say something about me/us in war. Ya know? He is so and so during the 1st and 2nd verses but in the third verse He says this is who you are and how I will bless you. Something like that. Here's the third verse with the pre-chorus and chorus and bridge:

Verse3:
Who is this most beautiful
Victorious one grows like the dawn
until all that is gone is reborn
And once stolen repaid in full
Then the buried will rise to tell
of morning light unveiled

Pre-Chorus:
Come find me in the ashes
And pour for me a drink
from the depths of Your well

Chorus:
The water runs down
Washing these wounds away
And the water runs down
where I leave myself to lay

Bridge:
And we will run and not grow weary
And we will walk and never faint

We do however repeat "The water runs down washing these wounds away" several times. And also we repeat the pre-chorus. The bridge is awesome, musically speaking!!!

"Mild Mannered Reporter"

These past few days have seemed very surreal to me. We sang the "Hell" song on Sunday...and bypassing details and imperfections from the standpoint of the Spirit I thought it went beyond expectation. But when I'm asked...like last night at work...what it is I've been doing from someone who does not know me well or does not know the journey I've been on, I resort to "school/work." There's just not the time to say everything and not to mention there is the risk of them looking back at you with blank stares. I suppose I should just say what it is I've been doing cause it's the truth. You ever feel like Superman's alter ego, waiting for something to explode or someone to cry out for help before you can use those hidden powers? Thanks to my fellow superheroes...hhmm maybe we should do a "which superhero would you be" in the manner we did LOTR. Superman would not be my first choice. I think at this point in my life I would pick Jean from X-men cause she comes back as the Phoenix AKA rising from the ashes!

Bodgy is recording the "ashes" music tonight and I'm very excited to see what happens with the final product of this song. I love that it is "epic" and could possibly last for ten minutes someday. I recently had a dream where I was learning how to fly. I won't go into all the details but in it I ran out of flying juice cause I was not resting or waiting on the Lord...something like that. So these past couple of days I've been trying to just relax and rest (literally) after the intesity of Sunday. I'm gonna end this blog here and take-er easy till work.

PS Iona has a new CD coming out shortly. I'm very excited about it because I hear it is a step up from Open Sky, which is amazing!

"Ride on man, ride on through, take your lands, you own them."- Mark Mathis

I don't want to avoid the obvious or the realities of this fallen world. But so often we are moved by pictures---movies, paintings, metaphors/symbols---that I tend to gravitate to the visual side of emotions/troubles etc. in my own writing. Ezra Pound was the master (literally) of connecting an image to another idea or person. Or perhaps, we as readers, are the ones responsible for the connection. In any case, here is the end of a poem I found compelling today:

It was you that broke the new wood,
Now is a time for carving.
We have one sap and one root---
Let there be commerce between us.

And perhaps a little more inspiring is:

You of the finer sense,
Broken against false knowledge,
You who can know first hand,
Hated, shut in, mistrusted:

Take thought:
I have weathered the storm,
I have beaten out my exile.

Here is a recent song that Bodgy is working out the music for. I appreciate the efforts of all my extended family. Daily I must remind myself that my hope is You...not this dream or that dream...not this person or that person...but You and all that I have yet to know You as. I have to get quiet and surrender to a living God; not a God of yesterday's achievements/mindsets/interactions. Anyway, heritis:

From the Ashes

Verse1:
Who is this One strong in war
His eyes furious to find our worth
when we've misplaced identities
And reveal to us who we are
To raise a shout among the dead
that laid before their time

Chorus:
Come find me in the ashes
And pour for me a drink
from the depths of Your well
The water runs down
Washing these wounds away
And the water runs down
Where I leave myself to lay

Verse2:
Who is this One tender in war
Lost, broken, have we forgotten mercy
that a Man carried and died for
So we might live fearless again
and find help in the time of need
For we are all in need

Bridge:
And we will run and not grow weary
And we will walk and never faint

I must give credit of inspiration to two people: Neil Steiner who gave me a word once about rising from the ashes. I am reminded of it quite often. And also to James who got me thinking about who the Lord is (at least to me) in wartime.

He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven- William Butler Yeats

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths,
Of night and light and half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Here's for my fellow rangers---the hidden kings and queens---who have yet to reveal their true identities. He has given us our swords and declared, "Become who you were born to be."

Hello Christiansburg!

In the style of Hello Wisconsin!---I sometimes feel like shouting "Here I am!" to the world of university students, growing businesses, and maturing artists. And sometimes I do...though under my breath so as to not make a scene. But maybe I should one of these days. Well, I cannot tell you the elation I've felt the past few days from the sudden wave of encouragement from family I entrust myself to at DP. It's a little surprising, a little uncomfortable cause don't you get use to the "another day to carry on" season or find yourself giving an inch forgetting that God will take that inch a million miles! If you give Him the time...so all I can say is be faithful with everything you've got in you. I was wondering how much intentions matter if they're not applied somehow to the "greater good" or how much is said in private should be shouted from the rooftops. How much of your secret life are you willing to display? And for the first part of my question I heard Him say, "I look at the heart and man looks at the outside." I recalled that for four years it was virtually impossible to think of the idea of singing in public let alone talking about it with others. I made a few, wavering attempts, put my heart out there a little hoping He would honor that (and He did). But it wasn't a desire I could turn off, forget or live without. You know what I mean...the weapon of choice, the IV of needed nourishment, the breathing tube above a cloud of smothering despair. So the enduring question I felt from Him was "Will I sing through thick and thin?" It was like He didn't even have to ask though, cause it's what I did, for four years, tears usually streaming down my face in the safety of my echo...I love you! Then came the day when Joe Barker said the Lord wants you to get transparent...reveal the secret things. God!---whata day that was when I sang for the first time in front of Dad and Keith. I thought I would puke. And here I am...feeling like I'm coming home. Not so I can be comfortable in this world but so I can confidantly say, "This is who I am and where I'm from."

For the Dreamers

I'm still making my way through Goll's book The Coming Prophetic Revolution. A couple of chapters there I found a little slow. But as I near the end it is sparking my interest again. Here are some steps that Jim writes about discovering your destiny:

1. Value of Research: Often we must research the foundations in order to build wisely. What is your family's history, ethnic background, religious heritage?

2. The Meaning of a Name: Whom are you named after? What does it mean? Is there a promise that lies in it? Claim your generational inheritance and call forth the blessing. The power of the blessing is greater than the power of the curse.

3. Pick Up the Baton: What are the unfulfilled promises that have gone before you? Not all promises have to be received directly by your generation. Daniel 9:2 shows the receiving of a promise that was spoken about in Jeremiah 29:10.

4. The Importance of Revelation: Gifts like the discerning of spirits, word of knowledge, and prophecy are valuable here. They will help you determine specific points the Lord is trying to make. Also consider: what are the intercessors discerning? What are the hindering powers of darkness? What are current-day revelatory promises? What is the voice of the Holy Spirit saying to you personally?

5. Walking in Unity and Taking Counsel: What are your authorities saying? We must find confirmation, wisdom and counsel through the safety net of walking circumspectly with others. (BTW: a personal reminder of Minnie's warning about the spirit of Absalom that will undermine authority and encourage people to act on their own authority).

6. Kneeling on the Promises: Remind God of His words, "You who remind the Lord, take no rest for yourselves; and give Him no rest until He establishes and makes Jerusalem a praise in the earth," (Isaiah 62:6-7). Pray the promises into being. Humbly yet boldly lay hold of God and don't let go till you see His kingdom come about in your life. Don't stand on the promises, kneel on them and give birth to them.

7. Acting on the Opposite Spirit: If a curse or demonic spirit is discerned then begin to act out proper expressions of the love of God. If the spirit says hate then sow deeds of love, forgiveness and kindness.

8. Write it Down: Writing down God's promises ensures that it will be kept before your eyes and properly passed on to the next generation.

9. Stepping Out: Faith is spelled r-i-s-k. We must formulate practical plans of implementation, wait on God, get His mind and timing on the matter, and then get up and go, obey and step out.

For me personally I am only beginning to see what my generational inheritance is. I remember once in a dream I was confronting a stronghold of witchcraft. Instead of the deeds of the flesh I sowed the fruit of the spirit: love, peace, patience etc. I sung in the spirit over my family, even generations back. My name means Beloved and my middle name means consecrated to the Lord. So I am beginning a new thing and that is always hard. But I believe my brother and sister and I will mark a new generational inheritance of prosperity, vision, power, and authority. I am reminded of what Laddie told my dad: The Lord will make the French name great where greatness of name means something. All I have are the things the Lord has said to me and faith in Him to see them fulfilled.

Well, on to school with a little more passion today.

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Back from school and before I move onto practicalities--that is new jobs, eating--I'll share a little piece from a Yeats poem that gave me goose bumps today:

An aged man is but a paltry thing,
A tattered coat upon a stick, unless
Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing
For every tatter in its mortal dress,
Nor is there singing school but studying
Monuments of its own magnificence;

Yeats is saying, basically, that he is empty, paltry, unless his soul is alive (with artistic expression, love, life). And for every tatter, every bad thing, every evil, that he has been afflicted with will add to the passion of his singing. There is no school to learn this in; but there are those who have gone before us that we can glean wisdom from.

What A Beautiful Day

So I woke up today at noon. Must have been needed cause I rarely sleep in. And I've been enjoying these sunny, cool days and my new cd's. But I'm probably wasting too much gas just driving through my neighborhood listening to them. You don't get the full effect without the trees and green hills etc. Mark Mathis is chill and real; he sort of tells stories and then comes in with some truth about broken people or love or justice. The last song is one of my favorites: "Millennium."

It starts off something like:

When the mass of the broken is picked up off the floor
You don't hurt no more
You don't fear no more

Second verse is the best:

And the people that are trapped, trapped in jobs they hate
You will let escape, You will break the gates
And the blood of the innocent will be fully repaid
It has touched your heart
It has sparked Your rage

And then it ends by speeding up a little with, "All who are weary..."

Anyway, a fellow folkish heart. So here are the words I got Sunday morning before chuzurch. I knew the chords I wanted to use way before I figured out the words.

The winter so dark has come and gone my friends.
The flowers and singing appear in the land
And all of your fears and tears are fading away
Out comes the Son of Man, of God, of love

And this is what He says (lead in to chorus)
The hills and sky will be brighter this time, no lie
You've been through hell and back
But your face is gonna shine
And everything I've done has been for love (repeat last line)

One drop of Your light can fill a valley with hope
And send the highest rulers down to their feet
But it's a simple matter for you and me
He's just a king in love with you and me

I started singing this and the more I did it I just kind of lost it in a crying/joyous way. All the way into the shower. That was a good morning. Then I showed Keith the rhythm I wanted to use and he played it more fluidly. Sounds cool I think. Hope to record soon. Welp...gotta go.

Love Ya'll!!!