RED TAPE

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The more I live
the more I see
with my own two
big green eyes

The world tries to protect us
we try to protect ourselves
our homes
our bodies
our neighborhoods
our countries

when all it takes
one disaster
to make
things that much
worse
or better

there are too many forms to fill out
too many screens to go through
to many times
to prove who I am
to who you are

I'm just blood and bone
and one human soul
one Christ spirit
only here for one moment
in eternal time
this won't even matter

too bad we can't do
much better.

Comments

Rachel said…
have you heard back from all the red tape in Montreal yet?

I thought of you guys this weekend - Murray and I were sitting at my brother's wedding, talking about writing songs, and I was wondering how you were doing.

I'm praying that God will use all this red tape for his glory...

rachel
7/23/2007 11:15 AM
Anonymous said…
Hey Amy, how's it going down there? Are you having difficulties with citizenship still? Have you guys gotten any further with where you will live next? How is it going with worship leading at church? OK, enough questions...I bet you and Jay are loving the warm sun and beach. Any homesickness yet? (OK last one) I hope you guys are well. Have a great week!
Olivia
7/23/2007 1:07 PM
kanadians in korea said…
hi darling. this one sounded sad. but very well written. and, not to sound like an echo, but have you heard back from montreal yet? missing you, em.
7/23/2007 7:41 PM
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