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Demanding Days

Demanding days
Require
Walks.

Walks to the creamery
Walks to the park
Walks up the mountain
Walks in the dark.

Walks to center street
Walks dirt or paved
Walks with my sweetheart
Walks with little babe.

Demanding days
Require
Walks.

Demanding days
Require
Quiet.

Quiet while I write this
Quiet in my black Jeep
Quiet doing dishes
Quiet rock my babe to sleep.

Quiet before class starts
Quiet washing hair
Quiet while I read a book
Quiet in my rocking chair.

Demanding days
Require
Quiet.

Demanding days
Require
Love.

Love from my little boy
Love from his dad
Love in my teaching
Love still when I'm sad.

Demanding days
Require
Love.

Demanding days
Require Music.

Music in an orchestra
Music from a rock band
Music songs by indie guys
Folk Rock's never bland.

Demanding days
Require
Music.

Demanding days
Require
God.

God's in my every day
God loves me any way
God carries through the gray
No matter what the bigots say.

God hears the silent prayers
Of our struggles he's aware
God's riches he will share
And on this path I know I'll fare.

Every day
Requires
God.




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