The Secret Of Easy Yoke

"I could hear the church bells ringing 
They peeled aloud your praise 
The members’ faces were smiling 
With their hands outstretched to shake 

Its true they did not move me 
My heart was hard and tired 
The perfect fire anoint me 
I could not find you any where 

Could someone please tell me the story of sinners ransomed from the fall 
I still have never seen you 
And some days I don’t love you at all 

The devoted were wearing bracelets to remind them why they came 
Some concrete motivation and the abstract could not do the same 
But if all that’s left is duty 
I’m falling on my sword 
At least then I would not serve an unseen distant lord 

Could someone please tell me the story of sinners ransomed from the fall 
I still have never seen you 
And some days I don’t love you at all 

If this is only a test I hope that I’m passing 
'cause I’m losing esteem 
But I still want to trust you 

Peace, Be still 
Peace, Be still 
Peace, Be still 
Peace, Be still"

Baby Steps

Most of the people I spend my days with want to be rock stars. Frankly this doesnt appeal to me, i want an excuse to own all this stuff.


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...and i'm half way there.

 

 

(I wanted a Nord Electro in there but the Micro Korg will have to do)