tripping on uneven walks
through tilted streets past twisted rocks
a ludicrous cartoon-like portrayal

persons bent in angled poses
faces void though fear discloses
i'm viewing Tangletown in anime relief

hapless helpless hopeless forms
given up to twisted norms
the townfolk unaware that somethings wrong

in tangletown i walk in health
a former resident myself
now an out-of-place observer passing through

id like to show them straighter paths
but lawmen here are steeped in graff
and i am told to leave today at noon

departing now for Brookstone fair
traversing through the demons lair
i cant remain in twisted tangletown

Sheriff, known by other names
had tricked the town to live in shame
and this is who bewitched the goodfolk here

old Wicked Snake beguiled the town
and with their fall became renowned
for vice and unimagined cruelty

the demon lied and told them stories
of treasures rich and untold glory
if they would all bow down to Wicked Snake

but in the bowing came the twisting
exchanging truth for fiction listing
Maker as a myth of bygone centuries

Wicked Snake had pulled the veil
to blind the eyes to Crossing trail
where Maker sent his son to show the way

but hope remains for tangletown
when Makers son will come back down
and shoot the Sheriff square between his eyes


Never Forgotten

Remember when we used to laugh at fountains in the park
I laughed at all our silly things, you smiled at my remarks

We bought the gift of friendship and placed it at His feet
Then walked along ambrosial paths that led out to the sea

I thank the Host of Heavens for remembering all we are
I thank Him most of all His mercy knows us from afar

Time does not permit our paths to lead us as before
But once again Ill lean on you near distant briny shores

Will speak of things so dear to us and laugh once more my friend
And hold the hand of He who waits for us to reach the end


shower song

Take my face in your hands
wipe the tears from my eyes

Come to me and hold me close to you
come and hold me to your side

Keep me safe from the storm
from the tempest, harbor me

I am weak and I am hurting
your the one I long to be

Take my face in your hands
wipe the tears from my eyes

Come so close that I can feel you
I cant come, I know, Ive tried

You keep me safe in the storm
from the tempest you have saved me

I am weak but you are strong
your the one I need to see



It is finished was the cry, it is finished
It was paid for me on Calvary, my sins for me He bore

It is finished is my cry, it is finished
I believe the Lord and this is why my judgment is no more

It is finished I know why, it is finished
Grace abounds to all who cry, it is finished!