Someday soon,
by chance foreseen,
I may be on the roadside,
with shaky and doubtful thumb.
Hoping to connect to anywhere.
Fearing to squander the story
that my Lord has yet to write.
Someday soon,
by chance foreseen,
I may be on the roadside,
with shaky and doubtful thumb.
Hoping to connect to anywhere.
Fearing to squander the story
that my Lord has yet to write.
Aremyfeetofftheground 