My commute home is like an amusement park

Just before dark

I love it when You paint the sky

The earth is Your canvas

Perhaps Your breath is the brush

Purple like lilacs, blue like cotton candy, pink like blush

I can’t understand this

It’s all so magical in a simple way

Over the bridge on Hampton as the sun descends

A runway I hope never ends

I drive past the church where I grew up

The congregation long gone

The beautiful stained glass windows replaced

Long ago when I thought I’d never grow up

I listened to the sermons, among the old people back then

It wasn’t a waste

A little ways down I see the next generation cross the street

I hope they hear the same sermons

I hope they stay innocent and sweet

All these years later I’m still learnin

There’s my university across the boulevard

15 years ago where I worked so hard

All the friends there have scattered too

Wherever they are now

I hope they found the truth

I pick up my dog from day care

Some would judge, I’m well aware

We drive the big loop home

The many streets I like to jog

Up the Granby Street bridge

The sky is pink, the clouds purple

Maybe I’m driving up to You, God

Around the bend over the water on Willow Wood

I feel like I’ve cleared every hurdle

I don’t want to leave this place, it’s so good

The 10 mile radius that is my life, my home

Nowhere else for me to roam

One day when I’m old – I like to think

I used to think that 20 years ago

How many more do I have

I know I’m like a cloud or that fading sun

Even like breath

What I think is mine is Yours

Over every bridge, around every corner, at each intersection

Effortless

At every sunrise and set, everything in between

I see You as You intervene

Let me never forget

Thanks for letting me be here

It is amusing

A lifetime admission ticket – however long it lasts

As the clouds and seasons, friends and loved ones pass

I ride the rides

Watch the tides

Swim and run

Have fun in what You made

I appreciate the view

Every sky You paint

I’m in awe of You