Carpenter's Hill

                       Carpenter’s Hill


He marched up the hill , the only true Soldier,
While I sit here so smug with my mug full of Folger’s
I discussed me with many of the white men in coats
I neither did fall out or faint, please take note.

If this is my style, is it life that needs changing?
Can we find peace clinging to what needs arranging?
I doubt all my certainty when I face calvary,
The maids in my service who lay out a towel for me.

I dredge up old memories deep in the psyche,
I find one I like and then shout “Let’s get Mikey”
My water is tested and tried for impurity,
While I  go unchecked in the next room for surety,

How is it that men flirt with disaster, not faith?
And struggle so hard to obey what Christ saith?
Just a little more time and he’ll be here, you see,
Is all but why many tears flow to the sea.

Of course Christ is coming, He’s already here!!
Do we not cry out to Him and hold Him so dear?
All too often we salvage one scrap of the truth,
and keep it and hold it like one baby tooth.

We reason, Oh, it’ll grow, just wait and see
But the truth that’s for you may not be right for me.
So when we start to clutching each scrap to our chest,
Can’t we try letting go when it’s for the best?

Here in these words may the salt bathe your wounds,
And give you some credit for popping balloons.
Cause each taste of freedom remains with you still,
I beg you to look, there on Carpenter’s Hill.

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