Imperfection of Sinful Bells

Bells ring and you make them take me down, Perfect imperfection dripping down, Water fall of golden rain, Washed of my sin, In basin of indiscretion and callous cold, Love me because your bold, Sins and all, Dressed for our wedding ball.


Tree’s swaying in Southernly breeze, Waving their arms in worship to He, Warm air swirling around worshipping arms, Swaying here and there glorifying He, Amazing sounds, crick, crack, crackle, As arms wave about for Him, Embracing love and life, Singing their Earthly hymns, Oh Lord above shine down your glorious light, Better and more substantial…