advent journal: index of first lines

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    In the midst of my waiting tonight, I began going through the first lines of songs I love and found this poem.

    Index of First Lines

    I pulled into Nazareth was feeling ‘bout half past dead
    I don’t want to hear a love song
    doctor my eyes have seen the years and the slow parade of tears
    headlights are flashing down the highway
    I wonder if we’re gonna ever get home
    a look at you all see the love there that’s sleeping
    when you’re down and troubled and you need a helping hand
    keep a fire burning in your eye pay attention to the open sky
    you you along the road must have a code that you can live by
    you come a-walking with a scar on your soul
    taking too much too lightly
    you with the sad eyes don’t be discouraged
    there’s a river of sorrow in my soul
    don’t the hours grow shorter as the days go by
    there are the ones you call friends
    there are the ones you call late at night
    another turning point a fork stuck in the road
    people get ready there’s a train a-comin’
    you can play the game and act out the part
    baby I’ve been searching like everybody else
    in the middle of late last night I was sitting on a curb
    where have all my friends gone? they’ve all disappeared
    like a bird on a wire like a drunk in a midnight choir
    I will remember you will you remember me

    when the road gets dark and you can no longer see
    in every heart there is a room a sanctuary safe and strong
    didn’t say we wouldn’t hurt anymore
    people that are sad they wear a frown
    it’s coming on Christmas and they’re cutting down trees
    I heard was there was a secret chord
    that david played and it pleased the Lord
    am I young enough to believe in revolution
    when it’s dark outside you’ve got to carry the light
    the waltzing fool he’s got lights in his fingers
    there ain’t nobody asked to be born
    shut it down and call this road a day
    we’re living in a time of inconvenience
    you come home late and you come home early
    we are swimming with the snakes at the bottom of the well
    all the unsaid words that I might be thinking
    the presence of your absence follows me
    something in your eyes makes me want to lose myself
    here we go again another round of blues
    it was all I could do to keep from crying
    oh play me a blues song and fade down the lights
    so many years so many hardships
    just when every ray of hope was gone
    tell anybody that ain’t got nobody somebody’s coming
    when you start if you exist God believes in you
    I can hear her heartbeat from a thousand miles

    Peace,
    Milton

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