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God’s Got the Whole World in His Hands

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My soul

Is dead without you

You alone

Give it nourishment

Give it strength

To rise from my bed

Each new dawn


God’s Got the Whole World in His Hands

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Extension of my soul

Independent yet dependent

Separate yet together

One yet two

Bonded eternally by love

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Back to the Country

Want to be

Your one & only girl

Be the one

Out of all the girls

In this wide, wide world

Who keeps your eyes

Owns your heart

The only girl you want

Tonight & every night


God’s God the Whole World in His Hands

Sunday's Best

Sunday’s Best

Fix It Up

Fix It Up

All In A Day's Work

All In A Day’s Work

Power to the people
The glory go to God
Who wipes the sweat
Lifts burdens off
Breaking backs
So we all will
Rise & stand
Through every
Daily struggle

What's Up?

What’s Up?

Hustling Street

Hustling Street


God’s Got the Whole World in His Hands

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Laundry Day

Aye Dios Mio!  Laundry.  Everywhere there’s laundry.  Overflowing.  Running wild. Spilling out my ears!  Bright red.  Canary yellow.  Turquoise.  Parquet green.  Tower of downy soft towels.  Never ending.  Mucho trabajo.  “Washer number seven.”  “Dryer number eleven.”  Trills the boss lady.  Tee-shirts.  Jeans.  Baby blankets.  Long socks.  Sports socks.  A strangers “cute” lacy panties.  Not so cute when the need – Wash.  Dry.  Fold.  And bag.  Aching back.  Feet hurt.  Arms like windmills.  As they wind up king size sheets.  God, can you hear ME up there?  I need you to help me endure.  This endless task.  So bread will be on my table.


God’s Got the Whole World in His Hands

On the Horizon

Waiting

In the Middle of Somewhere

Going to build
Mi familia
Una casa
Gut wrenching
Sweat drenching
Up to my armpits
Dusty red dirt
Brick by brick
Labor of love

Una Casa

Peddling Bananas


NYC Streets

Tux Makes Notes

Blues & Greens

Early in the morning
Imma pick-up my bags & go
Early in the morning
Gonna pick-up my bags & go
Walk out that front door
Never see you no more

No use stayin’
You were the lyin’ cheatin’ kind
No use stayin’
You were lyin’ cheatin’ all the time
And I’m all wore out
Some other chick can take my place

Headed out
Just my suitcase & I
Headed out
Just my suitcase & I
Gonna find me a man
Who understands what he’s got

Don’t bother to call
Your number, it’s been blocked
Don’t bother callin’
‘Cause your number’s been blocked
Cleared you from my head
Deleted you outta my life