WHERE JESUS SAT

Pick up some earth in your hand
What do you think of all that?
You are holding a piece of land
Where Jesus sat and spat

ARE WE GOD?

The kingdom of heaven is at hand
God is everywhere, within us all
Walled up, hidden across the land
In apartments, departments and malls

So much, so long to be frustrated
Somehow, forever, only now
We must exist, so demonstrated
The only question is “how?”

To live and love, to go through life
To seem to accomplish it all
Look up to see the cosmic knife
No choice but to kneel and fall

To fall in the face of the magnitude
The individual, so small when compared
Words of mundane thoughts intrude
Not a moment or a lifetime is spared

Learn to live until eternity is known
Learn to love each moment as new
Transcending infinity as our own
We live to have something to do

SUNDOWN

Walk on down a mile for awhile
And watch the sun go down
Such a scene is more worthwhile
Than any movie screen in town