God’s Got the Whole World in His Hands
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
Extension of my soul
Independent yet dependent
Separate yet together
One yet two
Bonded eternally by love
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
Fix It Up
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?
Hustling Street
God’s Got the Whole World in His Hands
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
