Ordinary Days

not much for conversation
i still find need to pray
sometimes i get tired of walking
through these ordinary days

if nothing else i get to see you
even if we never speak
the harm of words is sometimes we don't
quite know what they really mean

i don't know where
i don't know how
i don't know why
but your love can make these things better

let me lay down in this field
and stare up at the sky
i hope the days and clouds turn into something
as they pass us by

jars of clay