Lyrics
Lately my brain seems to be putting thoughts to the tune of hymns, at least where the first line is similar enough to be fungible. Two examples (the tunes will be obvious):
- A few weeks ago I drove a couple hundred miles to visit my brother where he is a church youth director. Having seen the church’s recent addition of a ground-level fellowship hall, I wondered to what use was the old basement put. Hence:
The church basement foundation is made of cement blocks
Its footings rest upon deep, immovable bedrocks
Without, the fertile topsoil by gentle rains renewed
Within, the parishioners partake of potluck food - And tonight, after having dinner with friends in downtown Minneapolis, I enjoyed driving home into the sunset and twilight (one of my favorite times to drive):
You were there when I learned the gears to shift
You were there when I learned the clutch to lift
Oh, sometimes it caused the car to sputter, shudder, and stall
You were there when I learned the gears to shift
