he died on a friday
my old man did too
i sat in front of the Tabernacle yesterday
as silent as a tomb
he didn't open his mouth
my dad was a quiet man
i sat in silence with my hat in hand
waiting for the Spirit to move
why is this on my heart
death and memory,
redemption and fear
40 days in the desert alone
bread from a stone
sounds pretty good 'round here
wkm
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