I like to have a smoke, I do it by myself
Either up the shed on my throne, or on my back deck.
I smoke in the evening with a drink in my hand
And listen to the sounds of this your promised land.
The night is so perfect, simmering and bright
The stars and nature calling, to witness your delights
You have made me who I am Lord, and now I am never blue,
But always grateful, for you just being you.
Yes, I am free Lord, all your promises are true
And everything I am Lord, is because of you.
You have taught me not to wander,
Far from under your wing
Your beauty, your splendor, of these I can sing.
The place where you abide Lord, a shelter and a spring,
Sealed in His favour, a gift from the King.
And with this gift treasures untold, but not of mortal things,
To walk with you it all unfolds
Glory to the King.