Be missing history.
You’re gonna die.
Don’t wish for mystery.
Settle with a sigh.
Think of ever after.
No more masters of the I.
The past years out to pasture.
The pastor’s a silent guy.
The ruler’s no stooly.
He’s honored among thieves.
Sin’s gentle tomfoolery.
Nothing glorious achieves.
A child outside the window
cries newer than the new.
You were once a widow.
Now grow with me anew.
In stream and over valley.
On top of mountains at will.
With everything behind me
how could anything be still.