I met God today on the street
Sitting on a park bench in the city
I asked him, 'How do you do, Lord? '
And He replied, 'As fine as could be, my son.'
A lone tree stands in a field, broken and bruised
Recalling the many times in its life that it's been used
A fractured limb revealing the marks of a child's rope swing
Its roots recalling the soothing moisture of a babbling spring
Countless thousands forced from their beloved homeland in the East
Heavy hearted were they as they faced a journey into the great unknown
Can anyone else make such a sight
Really as beautiful as God's own hands
Even as pretty as a sunset in late afternoon
Art is the best way to describe such works
She wakes up to find her father over her
Hovering above, dressed in only his robe.
A look in his eyes that spells instant trouble
Her heart hardens feeling that she has no hope.