From the recording The Luggage of an Optimist

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The sun is warm,
it's warm in my eyes
and I want to go home.
I'm only here because a friend asked me
and he didn't want to come here alone.
I look at the crowd
but they're already looking ahead of me
at the sight of a man
Who raises His right hand to get our attention.
He clears His mighty voice as He prepares
to tell us something.

Love like you mean it,
Believe like you've seen it.
Give what you hold dear,
Live like you like it here.
And do I dare
say something good was in the air
that day at the shore?

I sit here, still, awake and astounded,
and all the sounds drift away.
My eyes shut tight, in case I am dreaming,
and I don't want to let it go yet.
I open my eyes, but everybody's already moving,
and I fear that He's gone.
But He's there at the water
holding out His hand.
I move a little closer
as I figure it might be time to take that chance.

The storm that once,
that once was in my heart
is somehow gone tonight.
And I suspect His words and His touch
may have something to do with it.
I look to the stars
but everything has turned into morning;
have I been here that long?
A few blessed statements
is all that it took for Him
to spin me around in my head
and remind me I'm dead til the dawn.