Muffy Toe

"As I survey the ground for ants
Looking for a place to sit and read
I'm reminded of the streets of my hometown-
How they're much like this concrete
that's warm beneath my feet.

And how I'm all wrapped up in my mother's face
With a touch of my father just up around the eyes,
And the sound of my brother's laugh;
But more wrapped up in what binds our ever distant lives.

But if I must go
Things I trust will be better off without me.
But I don't want to know;
Life is better off a mystery.

So keep'em coming, these lines on the road;
And keep me responsible, be it a light or heavy load;
And keep me guessing with these blessings in disguise,
And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes.

Hometown weather is on TV,
I imagine the lives of the people living there
And I'm curious if they imagine me,
Cause they just wanna leave; I wish that I could stay
And to visit places from my past
But only for an hour or so
Which is long enough to smell the air,
To tell the tale, and find the door.

But I get turned around;
I mistake some happiness for blessing.
But I'm blessed as the poor;
Still I judge success by how I'm dressing.

So I'll sing a song of my hometown,
I'll breathe the air and walk the streets.
Maybe find a place to sit and read,
And the ants are welcome company.

And I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes."

-"Faith My Eyes," Caedmon's Call

Happy Lord's Day, everyone.