Right now.
The smell of bread, that is almost done.
The heat from the wood stove,
the fire just begun.

A little smoke still in the air.
These little things bring hope,
not despair.

O Lord what ever I go thru,
remind me to always love you.

When illegal my very life does be,
you, yourself, will have to protect me.

If you allow me to see,
I will exclaim to all your glory.

For if blind I do be,
how can I explain it to anybody?