excuse me, miss, are you in my wicker basket??

snip. snip.
and oh! up and up!!
thank you for cutting,
and thank You for lifting,
but are you with me??
is she with Us here??
i've got my primer
and she her recorder.

but, oi, my depth perception
is she inside the basket
or simply staying close??

how rude to turn my back
if she's right here with us.
but how stupid to reach out
and likely fall to my death
if she's just sailing nearby.

she's so respect-ful/ing
and patient and
but that makes it hard to tell

too much to ask Lord
for the release of a little more propane??
if i'm still looking into deep eyes
then she's still on the level
but if rather...she gets even shorter
who's to argue with Your perfect plan.


"i love You Lord and i lift my voice to honor You oh my soul rejoice take joy my King in what You hear may it be a sweet sweet sound in Your ears."