To think of when

I used to run

though miracles in life

had shown right to

me and like Jo-

nah I took off with strife.

As I “grew up”

yet looked behind

it hadn’t mattered much

what I was saved

from was amazed

but comfortability such

Yet I held to

the church though my

heart was in comforting sin

But with His people

In the steeple

Were ones yet redeemed, lived in.

To have the hope

that none might know

if all ones think is self

As soon as souls

seek the love they’ll know

that love finds your hearts, helps.

So to help ones see

That behind walls seek

That hope is not walls, win.

But to find this kind

of hope remind

that it’s not decor

it’s within.