Everywhere
Pine needles and blazing sun
The arms of a loved one
Permission for your next breath
He will speak to you, somehow
Whom would you rather know
Than someone so unsearchable?
Stephen Pursell, 11/12/02
A not so silent Father ever present
A loving God to brood over you
Wherever you lay your head
A warm bed, a good book
Hot meals, and a fire
Look there, what do you see?
A face, eyes, a voice to greet you
And you're a weary traveler
I hear the birds in the prison yard
Lest we forget the pain of isolation
No matter where, no matter what
Parades of beauty at every turn
Traps of grace and blessing laid all around
Our last move known
Everyone is in his sights
All the politicians, each little child
Every prostitute, each Luciferian judge
No one through whom he can't touch you
Nowhere is beyond his reach
That he hasn't already been
There's nowhere you can go
He can reach you
From Black Forrest to Black Hills
From seaside to mountainside
On hill or dale
In heaven or hell