Because I’m not done yet,
resting still like dough before it’s bread,
paint before it’s dry,
a promise before the keeping
and no rushes about it,
’cause theres still money in the meter
and it’s not mine to pay.
and looking with hard eyes burns
and rushing doesn’t gain me time.
I won’t let the details drag me,
just keeping my love alive,
I only need to keep my love alive.
whispers, they walk softly,
time soaking soft this stony ground
no harm no foul, tired soul of mine,
so I’ll slow this mind on down
just keeping this tender love alive.
(patience is love when you’re doing something stretchy.)
“On soft Spring nights I’ll stand in the yard under the stars
-something good will come out of all things yet
and it will be golden and eternal
just like that.
There’s no need to say another word.”
The one who calls you is faithful and he will perform it~1 thess