I praise you, God, and with warmed feet, proceed….
My lean-to, you are, so that I may Stand.
You make me in constant good company.
Just past the window pane
In the peripheral there
The delivery man with the great gift
Was she giving, getting flowers again?
I wholly hoped the proud bouquet
Would head my way
But I knew
They were destined for elsewhere
The good news-bearer learned
What I've known
The girl next door's almost never home
May you have magic
This happiest Saturday
You never gave up