Purolator buzzes you at 3:08
Can you come and sign for this parcel
It's pretty heavy, sealed up tight
No return address visible
THIS SIDE UP in heavy black blocks
Smells like corrugated cardboard and fresh packing tape
Then in small letters near a dented corner
Is scribbled 'Contents: GOD'
I've got a warning for you my friend
Don't let God out of that box
He might knock off your socks
Then He'll wash your feet
I'd be careful how I handled that box
Make sure it's bound up and locked
'Cause to stir up the pot
Is the last thing we need
This song originally written for a radio contest. It didn't make it but I was proud of the song. A year later, decided to go public with a video (I haven't figured out how to post plain mp3's on Blogger). Footage mostly of our backyard/porch area in Zambia.
2 comments:
Nice song (Dave says "Man, is he tall!" - I guess it's been awhile since you've seen each other :-)). Blessings on you!
elise claps and says, "yaay!"
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