May your hands always be busy. May your feet always be swift. May you have a strong foundation when the winds of changes shift. May your heart always… - Bob Dylan

May your heart always be joyful. May your song always be sung.

When He Returns The iron hand it ain’t no match for the iron rod The strongest wall will crumble and fall to a mighty God For all those who have eyes and all those who have ears It is only He who can reduce me to tears Don’t you cry and don’t you die and don’t you burn For like a thief in the night, He’ll replace wrong with right When He returns Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through He unleashed His power at an unknown hour that no one knew How long can I listen to the lies of prejudice? How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness? Can I cast it aside, all this loyalty and this pride? Will I ever learn that there’ll be no peace, that the war won’t cease Until He returns? Surrender your crown on this blood-stained ground, take off your mask He sees your deeds, He knows your needs even before you ask How long can you falsify and deny what is real? How long can you hate yourself for the weakness you conceal? Of every earthly plan that be known to man, He is unconcerned He’s got plans of His own to set up His throne When He returns

You'll never know the hurt I suffer, nor the pain I rise above, and I'll never know the same about you...

Your old road is rapidly aging.
Please get out of the new one
If you can't lend your hand,
For the times they are a-changin'.