Standing Still

I wrote this like 6 years ago and came across it earlier, thought I'd share...

When you've fallen through cracks in the gray rock,
Where it's hard and hard to breathe,
When you've fallen through the core of the ocean,
Where you sufficate by the battle of the coral sea...

Put two hands together, bring ten fingers to a plea,
Whisper every blunder,
Gather peace without parti pris.
Put two hands together, ten fingers by His spell,
Trust Him...
You're under the apple, and He is William Tell.

When you've landed within the city of the foe,
Where you're bare and barely seen,
When you've run into every tiger's smile,
Where it's deception is in it's teeth...

Put two hands together, bring ten fingers to a kiss,
Shout out every sin,
Throw them in the abyss.
Put two hands together, ten fingers by His spell,
Trust Him...
You're under the apple, and He is William Tell.

Good Sense

The pea, the pumpkin, the pie…. A world of food for me to down.
The sauce, the sugar, the short bread… good gifts made for mine mouth.

The sound, the song, the spoken word… a world for me to hear.
The music, the melody, the merriment… good gifts made for mine ear.

The moon, the meadow, the mountain… a world made for my sight.
The land, the lake, the lava flow… good gifts made for mine eye.

The lily, the lotion, the lavender… a world of smells for me to know.
The perfume, the peony, the primrose… good gifts made for mine nose.

The pulse, the pain, the passion … a world with which I connect.
The sand, the skin, the satin… good gifts that I caress.

The substance, the spirit, the very soul… all in this world, they be.
The substance, the spirit, the very soul… good God exhaled them into me.