I Thought It Was Dead

The family tree’s Been shedding its leaves It’s all but a seasonal change Litter the ground With the lifelines you found They hum a crackling sound The soles of my boots Got business to do Clear on up clear on out Dust of the roots, Smoke from the shoots We’ll set the world afire The whole big world afire The stains on my palms Mirrored ministry psalms I’m down but I’m not disarmed