Riverless grace in the face of glory and empty space
Cactus spikes create worry we all in one embrace
Worry of people intrenches with faithless steeples
God help us not steamroll the widow and pre-born God-molds
Image bearers we’re told but like chopped liver we’re sold
Bring back the living God of the young but not so beautiful
The God of the ones not smiled on
The ones who’s daddies run
The one who’s momma’s son
A baby boy
God Joy
Bring back the loved one
The child who knows
The child who runs bold and is not stuck cold
Hidden in the shadows and found in the shallows
Baptized in a Kingdom so hallow
Jesus says “come Follow,
Come Follow”
Jesus says “come Follow”
Creativity and Rest 