there's a little black spot
on my soul today
more likely than not
it'll go away

out of sight out mind
it tends to grow
if i don't take the time
to feed my soul

there's a little black spot
on my soul today
out of control
with the mess it makes

staying out of God's word
heart, soul, and mind
all i tend to hear
are the same old lies

there's a little black spot
on my soul today
much bigger than that
of yesterday

the closer i get
to the end
the less that i have
in righteousness

there's a little black spot
on my soul today
like it or not
it won't go way

unless i let go
of full control
i'll never get rid of
this spot on my soul

I hear the Earth as she laughs
In the flowers that I plant
It's like they are all tickling
As they bloom in early Spring

I see the Earth as she smiles
With her dimpled daffodils
She keeps grinning back at us
In a pink peony blush

I hear her chuckle in the breeze
To the delight of daylilies
With each laugh they all know
It brings new colors to their fold

I have often heard it said
Every time the Earth laughs
Another flower is set to bloom
I guarantee that this is true

Every time the Earth laughs...

We want it, you know it
We want it all now
A generation Jonesin
For the golden cow

Amazon craving
Easy to Prime
No hassle, no waiting
No standing in line

They make it, we okay it
The latest of ism's
We are the children
Of materialism

They tell us, they sell us
The latest in trends
To make us and break us
Bend to their whims

With tantalizing advertising
We're deer in headlights
As we run over each other
To be first in line

They make it, we okay it
The latest of ism's
We are the children
Of materialism

if it were up to me
there would be no worries
there would be no problems
to all that's going on

every side of the street
if it were up to me
would be the sunny side
with the grass always green

we would all be free
living life together
if it were up to me
in peace and harmony

everybody's needs
would outweigh all the wants
then we'd have all we need
if it were up to me

In today's society
Without giving it much thought
We all feel that we are free
To spit in the face of God

We cover up our sinfulness
With a list of does and don'ts
Never taking blame in full
Spitting in the face of God

Not paying much attention
With all the noise surrounding us
Out of sight, out of mention
Spitting in the face of God

We find there's nothing new
In this life under the sun
From day one it's what we've done
Spitting in the face of God

There will come a day when it's too late
With forgiveness being sought
Having had the chance, we passed on it
To instead, spit in the face of God

We are all but gamblers here
Betting daily on our lives
In line at sins window
Hoping through it all, we survive

Running human races
On a track that’s circling
Pulling at the reigns of
God's grace, against all odd's for the win

In this constant gambling
Living life up to the edge
We will keep on betting
Until the point there's nothing left

Fact is fiction, fiction fact
Not sure we can get it back
Who's to listen, who's to laugh

Crazy has come up to bat

What's mine is mine, what's yours is yours
Unless we change our minds of course
Are we bored with the soup du jour

Crazy's knocking at the door

From reality have we lost touch
Queasy feeling in our guts
How many of us are out to lunch

Crazy is crazily twisting knobs

Not sure if we should flip or fly
Spinning left, twisting right
Trudging through these troubled times

Crazy lately barks and bites

Two to Tango, who to trust
Barely room now on the bus
When blowing bubbles who needs gum

Crazy has snuck up on us