OTHER BOTTLES

Other Bottles

Looks at me I’m getting older
Look at you – you’re young at heart.
Look at me I’m getting bolder
Look at you – you’re getting smart
look at us – we’ve made it this far
We can make it farther still
Look at us – we’re somewhat wiser
than we were before the hill

I’ve been offered bread from other tables
I’ve been offered wine from other bottles
But knowing there’s a feast
that’s waiting piping hot at home
With better food than anybody else
Has ever grown to feed my soul
and satisfy my body and my mind
enough to override the rough
And let love make me blind

You can ride beside the Bog Boys
I’d give up before I start
You can race the pace of Champions
But I’m the Champion of your Heart
You can love me tho’ I’m softer
(Softer in my frame, that is)
You can love me all you want to:
Champion does as champion is

You’ve been offered bread from other tables
You’ve been offered wine from other bottles
But knowing there’s communion
in the union that you chose
can satisfy the hunger
tho’ the appetite still grows
Come feed your Soul and satisfy
Your body and your mind
enough to override the rough
And let Love make you blind

Look at me and love me honest
Honest love is sometimes mean
Look at “mean” through honest lenses,
Re-evaluate the scene
Look at you and see you always
Always as the One you are
Look at you as Time will cleanse and
Wake us from our pillow scars

We’ve be offered bread from other tables
We’ve been offered wine from other bottles
But knowing there is knowing
And the price that has been paid
Solidifies the weakest link
and transforms ball and Chain
to line and light ballon that floats
upon Rythms of Grace
Enough to override the blind
and let Love win the race …