THESE DAYS

THESE HERE DAYS, THEY COUNT FOR SOMETHING, THOUGH I DON'T KNOW WHAT SOMETIMES, SOMETIMES, SOMETIMES

Wandering aimless through this desert
Drawing water from a stone
In our midst we carry treasure
Still we walk without a home

Just one word healed the daughter
Just one loaf the thousands fed
Just one body by the water
And the breaking of the bread

THERE ARE THINGS THAT SEEM TO DEFY THE LOGIC
OF A REGULAR ORDERED WORLD
AND THEY HAPPEN TO ME QUITE REGULARLY
AND I MUST CONFESS THERE'S A GOD