C-P 35 and 36

C.P. # 35 ====== I'll follow if You lead, Your Path of life, help me to read Help us not to bend or break But stand, for You, for Goodness sake I followed close a road and found I'd plodded into mired ground Where preacher lived high on a hill Paid by the sheep, the poor at will He mocked and shocked as hearts were torn Where sheep be shorn, eaten and worn 'For' he touted to the poor 'The workman is worthy' He meant him, for sure We didn't quickly get away, But in Your Light we wish to stay Thank You God You lead us still, Far from that preacher on a hill C.P. 36 ==== Time is of the essence Which drifts back on the breeze in essences, aromas Of the eucalyptuse leaves Suddenly transported And there we are at play Collecting stones and seashells Off the San Francisco Bay