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The Day Ahead

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lyrics

I heard of a man who lived out on a farm with old veins in his hands and sun rays on his arms. He sat on his porch with nothing to wait for and prayed for the grass to grow. Down on his left, on the ground, a guitar with old cracks in the wood that matched the lack of the stars in his eyes; they died some years ago with a sputter, a flicker; like that they were gone. But one thing that he knew in his life brought him joy was the girl that he’d married back when he was a boy. It’d been 63 years since they’d both exchanged vows but they’d kept them and slept in the same bed every night since. About 30 years back he wrote her a tune with no words but he swore to her that they would come soon; he was a soft spoken man through and through, but on the quietest nights you could hear him whistle her tune. The dark of the night threw its cape on their land while the man and his wife lay in bed holding hands. She closed her eyes slowly and thought of the past with the feeling inside that this day was her last. The next morning the man awoke, his feet on the ground, while his wife lay in bed without making a sound. The sun shone down, his fist made pounds, and the whole town felt his pain. But it wasn’t her death, no it wasn’t his loss that filled the old man with pain as he prayed to the cross that
was still on her neck. She lay still in their bed. It was the way that the words never left his own head, and he didn’t sing to her. So he went back outside and found pleasant surprise in the birds that chirped chirps and flew quietly down to
his porch where they perched, and how fortunately! It was that very moment that the old man started to sing: “For every time that we both fell asleep there’s a memory I keep in my head. And every night when I turned off the light I looked forward to the day with you ahead.” So the sun beat down and the birds flew away while the wind whistled chords that the man had just played. The birds kept the words in their heads where they’d stay ‘til they flew up to heaven and sang to the woman that the man had lost that day.“For every time that we both fell asleep there’s a memory I keep in my head. And every night when I turned off the light I looked forward to the day with you ahead.” His wife heard every word, and gave many thanks to the birds. She cried which released water down from the clouds to let the man know she heard. The first droplet of rain hit the man on his scalp, and he instantly knew why the rain came about, then rejoyced and ran into the field
just to bask in the rain and begin to shout: “I have been blessed! I have been blessed! I have been blessed! I have been blessed! I have been blessed! I have been blessed, and I love you!”

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from No. 104, released September 25, 2011

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