Daniel broke the king's decree, Peter stepped from the ship to the sea There was hope for Job like a cut down tree, I hope that there's such hope for me Dust be on my mind's conceptions And anything I thought I knew Each word of my lips' description, And on all that I compare to You [the preference of the sun was To the south side of the farm I planted to the north in a terra-cotta pot Blind as I'd become, I used to wonder where you are- These days I can't find where you're not!]
Mine's been a yard carefully surgace level tended Foxes burrowed underground My gardening so highly self-recommended, What could I have done but let you down?
The sun and the moon, I want to see both worlds as One!
Mine's been a vivid story, dimly remembered And by the hundredth time it's told, halfway true Of bad behavior well engendered What good is each good thing we think we do?
[find a friend and stay close and with a melting heart Tell them whatever you're most ashamed of- Our parents have made so many mistakes, But may we forgive them and forgive ourselves]
The sun and the moon are my Father's eyes (x1,000)