Jeff Kyser Poet Lyric

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.

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