MUSIC COMPASSION ON THE TURNTABLE

I'm passing sleeping cities
Fading by degrees
Not believing all I see to be so
I'm flyin' over backyards
Country homes and ranches

I'm moving on alone over ground that no one owns
Past statues that atone for my sins
There's a guard on every door
And a drink on every floor
Overflowing with a thousand amens

You're rolling up the carpet

Of your father's two-room mansion
No headroom for expansion no more
And there's a corner of the floor
They're telling you is yours
You're confident but not really sure

it's hard to say
Who you are these days
But you run on anyway

Watching life between the branches below

You keep running for another place

To find that saving grace

KEV W ,CONNER

It was easier in `past`to be clear of who l am.
Presently feel deconstructing ,also trying to remain in that place where feel find my roots.
still have these strong convictions that God`s spirit is concerned about social justice,showing mercy,investing in others,being alongside the poor.

just feel tired ....that all that wrong with me....feel tired same issues not been addressed...that all that wrong with me..

MATTY, KYLIE, JORDAN, JOE, CHRIS...

In the valley walking the river bed

few summers ago

all these kidz are now young men in their 20`s and 30`s but still recall them, focus of prayers, 

how have they journey been.

life it passes so quickly

we encountered them 

we served...walked...ate together 

Boxed in a square ring

met in Church....in the gym...on the streets.