Here In This Place

I’m walking with Missy, The sun in my face. I may call it Bethel; The Lord’s in this place. When we go a-walking, He’s here by my side, And I can’t escape him; I know, ‘cuz I’ve tried. When I was a young man, To Joppa, I went. It wasn’t a whale that The good Lord then sent; He gave me a shovel To dig my own pit and built me a ladder to climb out of it. Appears that the stories Of Scripture are true; You don’t have to look hard To find one ‘bout you. It’s sort of amazing; it’s funny, you know. It seems when we read them, Our faith’s sure to grow. ’Tis said nothing changes Here under the sun. Yes, God’s seen it all, He’s never outdone. So eat and be merry, The sun in your face. Find joy here in Bethel; The Lord’s in this place.