November 4th 2008

The people cast their ballots; And hopes are very high; But the looks upon the Christian man; Shows some worry in their eyes. The donkey has majority. And hopes to bring the fame But the skeptics look to clouds above; For fear there could be rain. At the wheel of colors; The paint won’t match the blotch And the ones who paint the pictures; They can only paint a splotch. The wife is picking curtains; And the man is on the phone. The kids want decorations; And they’ll never be alone. Some people are ecstatic; Some are now in fear. Many never will accept; The time for change is here. Sing a song of good times; We’re not on our own; Sweep away decaying leaves; Up ahead is home. Up ahead is home Lord; Can the time be near? Will the rider on his painted horse; Bring with him what some fear?