Smoking

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.