Grateful

Grateful
Wes Tillett (Psalm 118:1)

Evening has settled in
And you have sent a complimentary blanket of fog to dim the light
I drive thoughtfully beneath
The steady passing of the brief and artificial glow of street lamplight

Fresh goodbyes are lingering
Pleasantly soft, leaving a bitter/grateful taste on my soul’s tongue
I don’t deserve your love any more than the birds deserve to fly
And sing their songs to you, to summon up the morning glory

Grateful are my thoughts to you
Grateful is the thought of you

Happy is my communion
Tranquil is my union as you weave blessings in and through the catacombs of me
And my thoughts turn to my family
I’m wounded by sincerity and overcome with thanks at my undeserved prosperity

I don’t deserve your love any more than the birds deserve to fly

The moon has woken up
And I quietly refill my cup and drink again a toast to your bright love
I want to be a connoisseur
To swirl around the white flavor, savoring the grace that I am beginning to sip on now

malachi jaggers—drums, piano, percussion, harmony vocals
eric weiss—bass
wes tillett—vocals, guitar


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