We ride our bikes
Around the circle in the cemetery, weaving
I wave up to You on the Cross
Am I to come upon You suddenly like this forever?
Happy, relieved that You are here
And I can see You
I can feel You
I can see, see You
You are like the ticket-half
I find inside the pocket of my old leaf-raking coat
There all the time, all the while forgotten
I so often seem to leave You
In churches and other islands
And on my beads
Where I can see You
I can feel You
I can see, see You
I take the ticket-half and put it on the table, saying
This is God and He's here through my comings and my goings
But I walk past the ticket-half
I walk past the ticket-half
I walk past the ticket-half
Just as I've walked past the Cross on our wall
Our self-importance grows so dazzling we don't see You
Dazzling we don't see You, dazzling we don't see You
But gentle Jesus, aren't You always
Aren't You every hour here?
Gentle Jesus, aren't You always
Aren't You every hour here?
Gentle Jesus, aren't You always
Aren't You every hour here?
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