Slow

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Sometimes I’m on a different time:
I’ll leave when it’s time to get there,
I’ll get ready when it’s time to go.
And while in one country that worked just fine,
here, it just makes me seem slow.

Real

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Sometimes I am surprised by just how real

my baby is. Like– she knows how I feel!

Care

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Did Jesus ever see something and just choose not to care?
I know that Jesus cared a lot, but the question’s fair.
Because I’m sure he saw some grease or tangles in some hairs,
and although he could have numbered them, maybe he just didn’t care.

Outnumbered

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To be outnumbered

doesn’t mean you’re a victim.
Doesn’t mean you’re picked on,
although at times, you might be.
To be outnumbered
just means you’re not the majority.
But if you’ve always practiced humility,
you’ll be ready to act rightly.

I Will Not Start

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I will not start another book
until I’ve finished this.
I will not blow the candles out
until I think my wish.
I will not cook another meal
with all these half-meals in the fridge.
But I will start another day
no matter what yesterday did.

I Hear That Train A’Coming

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I hear that train a’coming,
it’s rolling through the park,
and waking up neighbors
who sleep when it’s dark,
and stopping some traffic,
and making cars wait.
But it’s not the train’s fault
if you’re angry and late.

Some Times

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What time do you wake in the morning? Exactly six a.m?
Or maybe six fourteen, after hitting the snooze button twice.
Or maybe about eleven, since you work until after two.
Or maybe after noon. Sometimes that would be nice.
But what about sometimes four, and sometimes more like nine?
It’d be nice to have a routine, but as long as I’m rested it’s fine.

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