Let's
sit and talk - as we often do
of
the moments that we share,
of
being alive and breathing, and the joy of being here
let's
contemplate to live in hope - that it will all turn out okay
and
let ourselves still soldier on, to still a better day
lets
laugh from the pit of our wiggly beings, of the silly things gone by
and
forgive ourselves for never knowing how to do it right - or why
lets
talk about the beautiful things we've done and the joy we may have
bought
to
the quiet lives of others, oh and the love we may have taught
let's
consider the things our hands have made to bring warmth on chilly
winter nights
and
think on all the kisses given and all the tears we've dried
let's
remember how we paid no never mind, when it didn't fit us like it
should
let's
remember that we did the most delicious things – and why? - because
we could
let's
remember that we may have loved and lost
but consider that's the
price that we must pay
for we know to live is indeed to love - so
we gave our hearts away
Lets
sit and talk – as we often do
and
recall the loves that have passed our way -
the
ones around the playground – on a giggly summer day
the
ones we thought we'd ne'er get over – you remember - whats-his-name
(I
think he had a sister who almost looked the same)
lets
laugh ourselves to silly, as we talk about it now – a twinkle in a
smiley eye, instead of furrowed brow
lets
make jokes about the woulda, coulda's – the ones who got away
lets smile like a cheshire cat – as we get to love another day
Yeah,
lets sit and talk – as we often do
and
cherish the passion that drove us crazy – that wooed us into
moonlit nights and blissful 'oopsadaisy'
as
we tip-toed into wedded bliss where we had nay an ounce of doubt
(and
realised not long after – we would like to tip-toe out)
but
oh we cried, we laughed, we stayed – we battled the night through -
and
plodded onwards knowingly, for what is love to do -
for
love doth not count its losses, and love will have it's way -
for
those who could not understand, and those who could not stay -
Yes,
lets sit and talk – as we often do
for
we are blessed beyond all measure -
to
have had the chance to love at all
is
indeed our greatest treasure
Mum,
lets sit and talk – as we often do
of
the love that ties one to another -
of
forgetting silly differences – between brother, sister, mother
of
being blessed enough to recognise how so little really matters
when
first we thought of giving way to that little pitter-patter
oh
how clever once, we thought we were – how great, our little plans
to
raise adoring little angels – and courageous little mans
we
paid no mind to worries and we conquered little foes
and
all we really counted on were little fingers, little toes
we
knew not to fight their battles – well maybe one or two
for
what's a little battle and what's a heart to do
Lets
sit and talk – as we often do – of the things we didn't see
in
showing them to learn, to love and to live independently
we
didn't see they wouldn't need us, we didn't see the Masters plan –
we didn't know that we would miss them- no we didn't understand
so
lets talk – when they forget to call us, when they forget that we
exist
and
contemplate the possibility that nothing is amiss -
let's
giggle lots and take a bow and maybe give ourselves a hand -
cos'
we 'growed' ourselves a woman – and we 'growed' ourselves a man
Let's
sit and talk – as we often do
about
the state of world affairs -
does
anybody notice now, does anybody care
was
there such a time we could ne'er forgive
like
- when our kids did something wrong -
has
everyone forgotten, has it really been that long
have
we all become so sheltered, so protected from the game
that
we fail to see the brokenness, the sorrow and the shame
have
our tender hearts turned wooden so we don't have to feel the pain
of
only being half alive and halfway in the grave -
let's
sit and talk a moment and consider all the joy -
that
gets flushed away in violences we commonly employ -
let's
allow ourselves to see all others as we desire to be seen
and
dispose ourselves of judgement – and consider others clean
let's
make sure we see the lonely, the broken and the sad
as
one's the Lord has trusted us to lend a helping hand -
it
shouldn't be that difficult – we have talked it through and through
-
and
maybe all these little things – God has left to me and you
see,
I think He loves us all that much – that He would always take the
chance – and lean into a stubborn lass – and ask the girl to
dance...
well,
just as well you know me, and we talk as often as we do -
cause
of all the redheads I have known, I pray He has His heart on you...
Yeah,
so come and sit and let us talk
and
you can tell it like it is
and
let Him take your weathered heart and He will give you His
He
won't promise you the pleasures that will leave you feeling dead
He
has a promise for you greater than you ever thought instead
a
promise so often taken lightly – it's not too hard to miss
I
can't tell you everything, but I can surely tell you this-
to
some it sounds so empty – and not a joy at all
it
has caused the proud to stumble, it has caused proud to fall
but
pay that pride no never mind – it does far more harm than good
and
it never really got you all it promised that it would -
just
come and sit and let us talk –
let's
contemplate if it could possibly be true
that
the same Jesus who has died for me -
has
also died for you -
I'm
so glad we get to sit and talk and to laugh, to cry, to smile
to
consider all the maybe's, to chew the fat a while,
cause
it isn't all that oft enough that you get to share the flows and ebbs
of days
and
for that I'm truelly thankful in so many many ways
I
pray that this will bless you, I pray you are comforted each day –
knowing you are dearly loved, in each and every way.
