Funny how when I stretch my arms up in the air,
my soul has more room to grow.
This invisible thing near my chest and my brain
uses these cells to tell and to know.
Heaven Forbid
Heaven forbid we share and feed.
People will think we’re a charity.
Heaven forbid that word get out.
People will think that’s what we’re about.
Heaven forbid we give food away.
People might come, and then they might stay.
And helping them out would be really tough.
Even if they did tithe, it wouldn’t be much.
Heaven forbid we go too far
If we open our hearts, while the door’s ajar
a hundred people could walk in,
each with their issues, their needs and their sin.
Heaven forbid we give too much.
People would take advantage of us.
They’d always keep asking for more, more, more.
We might not have that much love in store.
When God lived as a human being,
word got out that he made the lame walk,
he fed the hungry, gave sight to the blind,
and people came to hear him talk.
But he didn’t want people to say who he was
until he was just about ready to die.
You and I, at this church, are we ready to die?
If not, maybe we should go take down our sign.
Nice Things
Would you rather have nice things or good days?
Would you rather get along or get a raise?
I look around and I’m always amazed
how our lives pass so fast. When they end the stuff stays.
Bringing Home the Bacon
Bringing home the bacon
can be heavier than it sizzles up to be.
I’m glad that it’s not up to me.
Many Places Like Home
They say there’s no place like home.
But I’ve found many places that are like home.
I just haven’t found the place that is home.
Using Me
This kind of treatment
has got to stop.
It’s not fair.
You’re only using me
on your climb to the top
(of the chair).
The Worst Feeling Of All
When you feel worse when you thought you’d feel better–
that’s the worst feeling of all.
It’s when you close your eyes, spread your arms to fly,
that you can’t break your own fall.