A poem for my friend on her 40th birthday:

The fingers numb, mind distracted again

I play my tune, soulful and smooth,

Another day seeking the riff line of life

Seeking a truth to follow, a home to tend together

Slowly marking my path, slowly repeating these words

40 years wandering this wilderness dream

Following the logos from Lagos, the Dean of Aberdeen

He holds me close no one In between

~

I catch the beat as the verse kicks in, familiar patterns, sounds of home

In my rhythm, finding my feet, the city streets

Echoes and shouts, hearing the tune of life downtown, my town

I am home, friends surround as I hear the call within

A different beat, a deeper heat, calls my wandering feet

A whisper in my walk, to leave these shores, go up north

To the cold, to the dark, to the unknown, to follow the voice

As he says, You have been remembered, i say Grace, Grace my child

40 years wandering this wilderness dream

Following the logos from Lagos, the Dean of Aberdeen

He holds me close, no one In between

~

Repetition brings familiarity, this well worn wood (Plc)

Fingers build strength, routine and rhythm returning

Finding my feet, following the call, learning my trade

On this granite rock I build my house, with this man, these boys

Spirit guide my hands, loosen my fingers, I play for love

Years wash over, seasons set the times, releasing songs of praise

I have found peace, mercy surrounds me now

Feeling the moment, this fleeting moment I forget to be distracted

Hearing one tune, following by heart, fingers a blur

I play by instinct, responding to the flow, no hesitation now

Hands his instrument, soul aflame, I’ve found my place

Mature and complete, confident, yes confident in his hands

No longer able to hold it in, I strike the chorus and cry out

I have been remembered, God says Grace, Grace my child

40 years wandering this wilderness dream

Following the logos from Lagos, the Dean of Aberdeen

He holds me close, no one In between

~

On this granite rock I take my stand, hand in hand

My Charles – here to weave his words of wisdom

My boys – my miracles of mercy

My home – to live within at peace

My work – to play to a different tune

My church – to grow in grace

My Jesus to lead the way

Jesus lead the way

One more day

Following the logos from Lagos, the Dean of Aberdeen

He holds me close, no one In between

He is my king, and I his queen