Ozark Psalm

                                                     

Sit on the dock and speak with God

as the Sun sets on your time,

It will make a golden path on the water.

Sing your picnic table psalm.

Let voice rise over traffic

and fall again in mountain rain;

Be drenched in praise.

From balconies through caves,

It is never dark with you;

We are fading memories

Drifting with the tide.

Though paths are different

All destinations the same.

When the Sun sets on that water

It will make a golden path again.