Yahuwah

I laugh at my past, sitting here listening to The fiddle play

mischievous and my grin, I feel so alive in the halls of dust covered what knots

My feet skip out side, The grace of the day is all around

one with Yahuwah, joy knowing his hands will change the moments like the

poker player shuffles the cards, the constellations will change

I love Christ Yahuwah because this pastor that will not change

never to want

the days change, yet Yahuwah will always remain

Liberty the Buddha of life