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Jesus: My, My, My...

Song. Dance. Verse. Presence. Fresh Breeze.

Best to Spell It Out

Many the times I’ve wallowed in my ways
Even though peace comes only as Christ says
Rather to trust in all that His Cross did
Certain my faults are under His blood hid
Yes that’s the plan; I’ll be His man.


H’lo Derek’s de name
Werkin’ here at d ‘Ome
Old folks, loik dem Old folks
‘Ney seem to loik me
Roon stuff fo’ dem
Byes ’em lott’rey tickets
Combs dare ‘air
Coots dare nails
Makes ‘em smile.
They’s a lonely lot
Stare’n at dem walls
Lessen I can get ‘em into checkers
Or a picher book
Or some such.
Hannah, she’s a peach
Managin’ Ordely
Pretty she is, in a ploompish way
No boyfren’ ta speak oove
She says I makes he’ laff
An’ she’s so gentle with dem folks
A Princess, dats what she is
Widout no palace.
Toosdays we go pubbin’ an’ laffin.
She sticks oop fa’ me.
Joan doid dis afternoon
Dear Joan, one of my favritts
I stroke her hair – she liked dat.
Dead now.
Like me Mom in many ways
Told me “kindness” is magic
Don’t be smart
Don’t be good lookin’
Be kind Derek, she said.
Spent a coopla minutes at her bed
Sayin’ gubye.
Sayin’ sorry fer tings I broke
Or stuff I mixed up
She’s dead…too bad.
Scuse me fer dese tears.
Gotta go. Me mate Duggie.
He’s de caretaker
Tells me’s time ta head ‘Ome
To our…