Monday, 7 February 2011

The Heart-broken Fireside Blues

What can you say out there in the fog
in want of the old flame, you burned your last log

The memories are hot, the pain you remember
beneath all the ashes, that last glowing ember

Don't bother to fan it, there's no fuel to burn
let it go out, save the ash for the urn

turn your attention to wood that needs chopping
do something worthwhile, like sweeping and mopping

Sweep out the soot and mop up your tears
clean out the attic let go of your fears

Put on the blues,then something upbeat
get on your warm clothes, walk out to the street

Follow it down to the steamy creek bed
The mineral water is something, it's said

melts away sadness and heats up your head
better than anywhere else I've been led

Water and Truth are hardly the same
but spoken by God and heated by flame

springs from the Rock, eternally true
flows through the mind much better than brew

Comforts the soul and eases the dread
lightens the burden and raises the dead

this is the stuff that He baptized us in
Hope for the weary, forgiveness of sin

Gave us His Word which will stand and deliver
won't ever forsake us 'cause He is The Giver

and when life is dreary, and love let's you down
you're feeling all weary, as if you might drown

read Psalm Twenty-Three and you'll get to the part
He leads you to water, and rest for your heart

lie back in the warmth, pulled free from the mire
be freed from the past, and forever 'on fire'!

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