I wrote a four word letter, with post-script, in crooked lines,
"Though I'd lived I'd never been alive."
You know who I am - you held my hem as I traveled blind listening to a whispering in my ear, soft but getting stronger.
Telling me the only purpose of my being here is to stay a bit longer.
So I stole a bicycle chain, the handlebars crashed to the ground, the back detached from the frame, it kept rolling but aimlessly drifting around

Doubters, lets go down - won't you come on down to the river to pray?
"But I'm so small I can barely be seen - how can this great love be inside of me?"
Look at your eyes - they're small in size, but they see enormous things.

Wearing black canvas slippers in that frog-on-a-lily-pad pose we sewed buttons and zippers to pink Chinese silk and olive night clothes if you can someday stop by somehow we'll show you the pictures and fix you some tea (see, my dad's getting a bit older now, and just unimaginably lonely)

Oh, pretenders, lets go down - wont you come on down to the river to pray?
"But I'm so afraid," or "I'm set in my ways"
But he'll make the rabbits and rocks sing his praise
"But I'm so tired, I wont last long."
No he uses weak things to overcome the strong!
Oh, Amanda, lets go down - mama nana won't you come on down to the river to pray?

A wick to fit the wax, wood to fit the wire you strike the match - why not be utterly changed to fire?
To sacrifice the shadow and the mist of a brief life you never much liked - if you'd care to come along we're gonna curb all our never-ending, clever complaining (as who's ever heard of a singer criticized by his song?) We hunger, but through all that we eat brings us little relied we don t know quite what else to do
We have all our beliefs, but we don t want our beliefs
God of peace, We want you.