“Mail Order Annie”

This good woman who loves me

I thank God for you

He could not make things

Possible but she could make

Holy things for him

She broke her pinky

Breaking her fall on sidewalk

On a Sunday morn

Don’t you believe yet

Deprogramming opponents

Eve of destruction

What did we bring them

When we brought them Jesus and

Our booze, drugs, gambling

The old man complained

Old men complain a lot but

Old men can be right

My heart spilled open

Nothing poured out of it but

My soul spent and torn

He was King of Trees

Guardian of our long lost youth

Come give it all back

I call her “Moon Babe”

She calls me her “Moon Shadow”

We are SO IN LOVE

We pour out our souls

To YOU Lord who are our souls’

Hope Joy Peace Light Love