A Holy MeasureHe says come
Come let us reason together
The stone
The builders rejected
By number, weight and measure
He says come
Lord Jesus lone keeper of the law
Blue Pail Feverthy will be done
here on this highway
in every house and field I pray
all in meekness yield
aided by want
among stranger people
to disgrace so soon I've come
blush musicshake sleep
wool and glass
hung on nails
here and there
wails the wall I pass
in you alone
in you alone
there is no harm
Dirty BlueThis fear is only the beginning
All for the loving hand
Yes I smile and I agree
It is a good night to shiver
A good tounge might make it right
All Ive said above a whisper
There is a sorrow to be desired
Down in Yon ForestDown in yon forest there stands a hall
Bells of paradise I hear them ring
It's gilded all over with purple and pall
And I love my Lord Jesus above anything
Down in that hall there lay a bed
Voices of heaven here in my head
All scarlet the cover that over it spread
Glass Eyedeeply shaken see I come that way
ill at ease in my own skin
I hum along to the down home drone
down in my soul to stay
ain't gonna listen to my own noise
even though I love the sound
it come back hollow on hollow
when it come back around
His Loyal Love She into me
See into me
Soaring over my heart
She for the keeping
Of each passing day
I pray
Of each passing day
I pray
Into The PianoBehind a door
Hand to face
Conscience is the wound
His hand for me a sovereign tone
I pray him come I pray him soon
There's a wolf in the piano
On the white keys
King o KingKing O King
King O King
King O King
The people... a vain thing
King O King
King O King
King O King
Only Thou art devout
Low Estateto hell with boys creepin' up slowly
swingin' them shovels 'round
diggin' up words of pleasure
from evil hollow ground
o - an' here's one now girl
the devil is in his eye
you'd better start stirring up soil boy
or hear e'r you'll lye
My Russiathe morning comes
I've not yet closed my eyes
cold and bright as I need it
the sun does rise
these were my thoughts as I
passed neath your window
saw you through stained glass
Not One StoneAnd in so
They took on
As far as one can go
To crack the smile
And the old backbone
You offer up not your reason alone
Deep asleep as wolves
Singing GrassHe has thought himself
To the end of things
To a cold ceder fire
In mind
you are beside him there
The house
Church yard and field
Sinking HandsSinking singing hands
Mercy mercy
Your darkened face
Well known to her
It’s a low low low indivisible man
To be myself again
Please get inside
Quiet in the mind of the people
Sparrow FallsHoly king cause my skin to crawl
Away from every evil thing
In a cotton mouth in a cotton mouth
Quick across the water bring
Your hand speak of a broken door handle
Of thoughts and deeds a little bird sings
A little bird sings
Story And Picturesshook out my salvation
in all four corners of my room
lowly is the dust
trustworthy the broom
white lady
growlin on a chain
peacock caw the sound of my lover's name
Swedish PurseFalling from her braided hair
New morning on the stereo
Close together on the page
We live it down
She has made place for me
And life for those our children
Sewn into her swedish purse
The Good HandWoven Hand
2002
01. The Good Hand
I am nothing without
his ghost within
and all your wooden eyes cannot see
The Laughing StalkInto the center
the lots are cast
oh the here I Am
the laughing stalk laughs
in here...you are...his eyes
selah selah
selah selah
unto him we rise
The Speaking HandsI long to be with
God on his mind and behind her laughter
Circle the block, come back and tell me
You took the words he painted by heart
Right out of my hand
Like the scrawl
We scratch the screen and all
Whistling GirlA whistling girl among his flock of sheep
In the flood of-?-
Lay breathing backward rest assured
Of Elijah and god's birds.
It will fall to us.
Inside the home the folk pine grow
White Birdthese thoughts of you
they are a gift
the smell of you
on the winds due shift
behind a chosen curtain
I'm set adrift
the talk of you still on my lips