So…I used to be a jazz player waaay back in high school…trombone.
One year, we brought in this odd group as a fund raiser so we could go to the Reno Jazz Festival.
They played a bunch of songs, but the only one I remember and will never EVER forget is this one, “Clea”.
There is a sung line or two in the song…but the only part I remember is this:
“One with myself, one with myself, finally I am one”.
When I first heard that I burst into tears and wanted to explode in the instant…and it haunted me ever since…years and years and years that line haunted me and I knew not why.
I do now, though…know why. Thank God I am closer…day by day.
My Baby loves God like a boss!
She ain’t no red-light winker
or Fleet Street wanker
when it comes to
loving Them, HELL NO…
She’s a street walking swinger
as long as that street glows golden
and is called The Way, or just plain
Beautiful, or if that street is a market
and she will buy Their wares…
pearls here, pears there,
peas and poultry right next
to peace and praise…
My Baby loves God…loves God like a boss!!