a waking sun
a blissful wind
do winter's cold hand rescind

playful robin's song
trickling chatter the forest brings
the season's hymn all join to sing

a wild flower
the sound of streams
the gaze of lovers lost in dreams

sweet shower of spring
and humid heat
the kiss of earth beneath bare feet

You were One before one
One with One in whom all perfection makes its dwelling
Look down see  weeping in desert plains
Gaze out behold generations of meaningless toil
Perceive within discern hearts like tabernacles filled with thieves
And so depart from place of peace and house of holy
Be found amongst those who wait for the sun
Yet hide in cavernous pits at his rising
Too bright too good too much life for this world
And so we plotted Your death
And though you knew the crown of pain and robe of shame
That we would bestow
Your hand of grace remains outstretched and yearned for us to grasp
And shepherd dies for wayward sheep
And lots for garments cast
Of He whos sandals we are unworthy to untie
Yet while we lay under fig trees and doubt
You knew and made ready Your body
As the avenue of righteousness
For wretched sinners to ascend to glory

His parent's didn't name him dirt
but nobody knew him by nothing else
cigarette smoke stained catcher in rye
silhouette memory of days gone by
ever young yet somehow old
made modest demands of life I'm told
black coffee breath and another spring's elation
from work to mud room salutation
conversation baked with love
country comfort that big city's unworthy of
worn leather smile soft yet bold
soul restored wood stove new yet old
they called him dirt but his heart was gold