Whiskey for the Dead

I drink whiskey for the dead

The water of life imbibed for them

Memories come flooding back

Of all they meant to me in life.
I buy whiskey they would not

Cheap bastards that they were

And I do not pour it out

For they would cry out loud.
I will drink for you my friends

My brothers who have died

And I will say a prayer tonight

And remember you are gone.


With My Morning Coffee

Oh soul I cry even unto you

Hear the words that you have heard

God has come and He has died

And He has risen up again

And he has saved and is saving

your all and every part.
Hear the message you have known

Even in your sin and shame

Even in your darkest pain

Know that He is truth.
He, the truth, has set you free

And adopted you Himself

And is forming you anew

To match your heart of flesh.
Oh my soul hear anew

The message you have heard me give

May the gospel now become

The place where you now live.

Listen My Heart

And did I not say in my heart,
“How can we accept the Lord’s forgiveness.”
And did I not act as though I knew better than Him?
Yet He has been patient and merciful.

The Lord raises up and He brings down
He creates and He destroys
It is He who will judge
And I will not judge him.