I just want to be so pleasing to you
I wonder if you ever look down on anything
I am/have done/ doing and declare it as good
like those first days when we came out of your imagination
Your good sometimes hits me like multi color comic Pows! and Bams!
leaves me tripped and laughing every minute I'm down.
I think "I must be in the green you cause me to lie down in"
My feet want to move to your tunes, my smile wants to only be bigger
Your good sometimes leaves me closed eyes and tears
forgiven with an empty burden, a broken addiction, a contrite spirit
Your good reveals this beauty i'm discovering in patience, waiting,
accepting the future you already know.
You're good, so good to me