Cleaning House
Cleaning House
I sacked up all my loneliness and I boxed up all my sorrow.
I sat it outside on the curb. They’ll pick it up tomorrow.
I took all my heartache and I sat it out there too....
Along with every memory that ever made me feel blue.
I cleaned house all yesterday of things that I don’t need.
No more unforgiveness no envy no more greed.
I took almost everything, that I had lost control.
I cleaned house all yesterday when I cleaned out my soul.
The fears that used to haunt me in everything I did.
I threw it out like trash and cleaned out where it hid.
I found a shadow of a doubt hidden in the night.
Cleaned out every corner and put in a brand new light.
My troubles are not over but my troubles are now few
And when new troubles find me I’m throwing them out too.
So next time you see me and think I don’t have a care.
It’s just without my troubles I’m walking on thin air.
Edwin C Hofert
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