Epiphany
It's January sixth, called Epiphany Day
And Christmastide has come to a close
Bright holiday lights have faded away
And I've spent the day in pensive repose.
So, here I am with a brand new year
And an empty course that's mine to chart
In the solitary silence I hope to hear
Some whispered hints within my heart.
How would I like this year to be?
In a tempestuous world do I have a choice?
In my little frigate on my secret sea
Yes, I sense the power of my personal voice.
This epiphany places me at the helm
Where I'll navigate squalls that come along
Feeling the security of my inner realm
My chanty will be a hopeful song.
Molly Moore
Sing this to an Old Sea Chanty
Remember the old song
My Bonnie lies over the ocean?
My Bonnie lies over the sea?
It would not leave my mind alone yesterday, so I changed it up.
Feel free to sing this:
My body lied with such a devotion!
My body lied to him, you and me!
Rumors were put into motion.
Oh bring back my fibbing to me!
Bring back!
Bring back!
Bring back my fibbing to me, to me.
Study to merge the Word into the life
Converse and admit our sins
Consceince cringe when idleness seeps into me
Spirit draw your souls to obedience
Chanty round through our hearts
The words of our lord
That we will answer all in due season.