I have a wife, And together we live, In a very small room. Yesterday she lost, Her car broke down, And now I ride a bicycle. You say, I told you so, You were much to young to get married. But I say, Your way too old, And when’d you stop living anyway? As I ride my bike, With my safety helmet on, And white tennis shoes, They stare at me, But I see through new eyes, Or maybe you just don’t remember This place that I’m supposed to be, Is not the chair in front of a dest in front of a mirror. Can’t you see that it’s not here or there, or anywhere. But in speaking distance with God And where can you go that’s too far? Because I can worship him anywhere. [[Category:Christian_Punk]]

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