blind faith.

Oh Christ when You're ready to come back
I think I'm ready for You to come back
But if You want to stay wherever exactly it is You are,
That's okay too - it's really none of my business.
If I didn't have You as my guide I'd still be wandering lost in Sinai
Or down by the tracks watching trains go by to remind me:
There are places that aren't here.
I had a well but all the water left
So I'll ask Your forgiveness with every breath,
If there was no way into God,
I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long, dear.

I can't say I enjoy public transportation as much as I thought I did. I miss my car, and driving, and being able to go places at the drop of a hat.

first

okay, so bear with me while I get the hang of this. I'm assuming that no one will read this, so it's mostly for me. maybe in a few months I'll be interested in looking back on what was going on, and I'd like for that to be possible.