JUST SAYING, THANKS

thanks for being strength in my weakness
thanks for being hope in my despair
and mores, thanks for being there

when light walks away from the forest
and along the long lonely snaking road
are cascading pike-peak thorns
they hurt the foot at where none can care
when all you can hear are crickets singing their dirges
when we call for ululation to heal the hurts
I hear your gentle voice saying:
here I am, love is all I can give

when the sun rises as it usually does,
and the cock crows at the hour it can;
when the apostolic minister rings the church bells
and the congregation begins to sing the 'martins',
hear it again, it's me saying once again,
thanks for all the love