I Surrender

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!

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