Where ever I roam,
I’m at home.
My body — soul’s house,
At least this life,
No, never alone… in the house of God.
God is good,
God is great,
So, I thank Her….
As part of Her,
Wildlife.
Wild life,
Jig and sing,
Constant fling thing.
“You don’t like the tornadoes?
Stop stirring things up down there,”
God said.
Instead in the stable,
Jig and sing,
Wildlife.
“The loose on the loose,
Ramparts running rampant,”
says Mother Goose.
Mother Nature blows in the wind,
“Naturally, the nature to nurture,
could be nurtured. What a rapture!”
Love life,
Wildlife.
The *please do not refrain from the refrain* refrain:
I’m just a church mouse in God’s house.
Wildlife,
Wild life.
Love life,
Wildlife.
From the Conjuring Experiment