Thank You

Befriend many
Trust a few
But always paddle your own canoe

Trust starts with God
"In God We Trust,"
the Liberals said
"Where the Spirit of the Lord is,
there is freedom."
I lost my canoe aeons ago
But I never stopped being a drummer boy
Not everyone gets my beat
But it's helped me get up off the street
By standing on my Father's bruised feet
My heart remaining hole-ly His
Trusting in His love makes Love possible
When birds of heaven's feathers get together
I know I'm unstoppable
So thank you to the quirky ones
Who walk by faith not sight
I am confident we'll make it home
And all shall turn out right