Marriage
Location
Hurry
Driving at full speed ... on the highway of my choosing
Entering the banks of fog ... hoping all will turn out well
Depending on what I feel ... afraid that I might be loosing
What someone else paid for ... that I know very well
Flying by the many wrecks of people just like me
I feel so sorry for them to ease my own conscience
When I hit the deck I know ... and I’ll surely see
The love-line of my selfishness in my palace of pretense
The splinter and the log ... wandering through my eye
They don’t know one another unless introduced by Christ
The splinter I’ll hand in love ... to the folks in my life
And the log my dear brother ... I’ll have engraved by my wife
Jan Wienen