I woke up one Resurrection Morning from a rough sleep in the back of my van. I'd done a gig out in Temecula the night before and, all things considered, thought I best stay put. As ol' Sol came a-streamin' thru the dirty windshield, hit my face, bringing on the wake up, I wasn't quite sure where I was at first.
Then, remembering the day in spite of myself, I found my Bible and turned the pages to where I do believe I needed to read. I dearly wanted to take Communion, but had none of the stuff. So, in a moment of brilliance, I found myself taking Air-Communion. You know, it was just the same as if I'd had a cup and bread. My face was, pretty pale anyway, so I did a good mime.
Somehow pulled myself together enough to drive into town from some breakfast. I looked and smelled the part of the Lost Hobo - w/ a credit card. After my private Resurrection Morning Service and my tall stack of flapjacks, I saw me a little sign - about 2 foot square. Said Temecula Bible Church, w/ an arrow pointing left, as I recall. A couple of short blocks and there she was. This sign out front just said "Welcome."
I went in to a very tiny wood frame building full of folks. I was embraced in a Welcome so big it made heart grow. Lost Hobo or no, I was home.
One Resurrection Morning . . .
The Rez
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It was a Beautiful Rainbow
A Beautiful Time in my Life
A Thing to Share
A Time to Care
To Be Alive
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