The black book was a mystery,
and she found the key.
The stepping stones
were music notes
that sang unto her soul.
She found the greatest
power of all
just within her mind.
Jericho, Jericho,
come on in the Kitchen so,
oh Jericho.
We each have a way of showing
our emotion to the sea
and once I learn
to tap into
my own bended knee
I lean to meld and melt into
the other’s waltz and jive
to open up .
Oh Lord of wonder,
Lord of might,
Lord with ever present light.
Oh lord . . . Oh lord. . . Oh lord!
Purple Pennies 