I stood inside an empty room
A silent bed and a chair.
A table and a darkened lamp
Was all that witnessed me there.
The pillows held the secrets
Of the softly uttered prayers,
And absorbed with love and tenderness
My silent, fallen tears.
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The trappings of it’s better days
Now fading away in the Sun.
Which has warmed it’s walls, with gentle rays
Sweet and soft the memories of love.
The spirit lingers quietly
As my memories reframe,
To most it’s just an empty room
But to me it’s not the same.


In the silence of the vacuum of
This lowly but perfect private place.
Brings to mind the times of happiness
Which time itself cannot erase.
That which went up from this chamber
Though now it seems, there’s nothing here,
Will be reserved, in Heavenly quarters
When rooms for time has disappeared.

Refrain:
There is nothing like the secret place 
Where soul and silence find.
Room to bow down low, a room to grow
A simple room for spending time.

A Room For Spending Time

Smoke drifting  memory
changes and dissipates
changes what we anticipate 
or where we thought we’ve been 

whirling winds blow through the past
we accidentally  got here much too fast
too much time to think and look around

Someday I might come to find
I’m missing what I left behind 
but for now,  I’m good for now

Carry something for too long
it becomes a part of you
hard to know just what you’ll do 
without it, on your own 

Maybe there should be a fight
where I walk off into the night
I keep walking 
and it keeps being night 

Could be somewhere down the line
I’ll  remember  what I had in mind
but for now,  I’m good for now


If I had a schedule I think I’d be behind 
it’s a long way to Coney Island
There no one waiting on me and
the ocean’s doing fine I’ll 
take my time, and whatever time I find 

Waves are crashing on the shore 
The water rushing back for more but for now, I’m good for now


This world is wide and them oceans are  
deep I’ll take what I can carry,  see what I can keep, and the

Rain is falling on the sand 
I can see the steam rising up,
and the sea is shining green

Buried ‘long this long coast line
are treasures I might never find
but for now, I’m good for now




A Room For Spending Time

Hymns For His

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