Save me owe Lord from my busyness.
The pinball machine of my brain is still lit up.
Ever spinning from one show to the next.
Sunset is coming.
I must make my way home.
Before the shades of this day fall.
Darkness is in my vision.
My eyes must be one with this night.
The first star I see.
An invitation to stopping.
I resist. I resist.
My mind does not like to lose its bliss.
No TV, computer or mobile phone.
My mind races to give me reasons to phone.
Now I am in the Sabbath zone.
Where the mist of the night has fallen.
I must let go,
so I can see the first night star.
I tune into a different road.
My melodies in my heart can now play,
Because they are not cramped out
by the busyness of my working day.
I see the sunset. I see the dawn.
My being is blessed by
being still with my Lord.