Friday the thirteenth:
A full moon.
The hand of God on me strong.
Oh, God, hear my song.

Gravity pull my insides
Like the moon rolls the tide.
Pull on me God;
Pull me closer.
The ringworm on my skin closes in...

Hand of God make me strong:
Move me along.
All these things
For You.

Oh God I’ve tried for You;
Danced on fire for You.
My mind is drained.
I’ve suffered Your pain.
I always pulled myself thru,

But now I’m gonna need You.

It ain’t as easy as it used to be.