There is a place where hurts belong
The smell from there is strong
GOD's compost pile is so high
Full of whats, ifs and whys
The rain falls with purpose
Upon our messed-up lives
The smell is getting stronger
As our problem multiplies
But it is in GOD's compost pile
That things begin to change
Where broken hearts are mended
And realities re-arranged
Where tragedies decompose
And hope begins to grow
Where hard hearts are softened
In the stinking, murky flow
And in GOD's time there is a plan
Eventually you will know
When from the compost pile
A piece of you helps someone grow
.....peace.....
The smell from there is strong
GOD's compost pile is so high
Full of whats, ifs and whys
The rain falls with purpose
Upon our messed-up lives
The smell is getting stronger
As our problem multiplies
But it is in GOD's compost pile
That things begin to change
Where broken hearts are mended
And realities re-arranged
Where tragedies decompose
And hope begins to grow
Where hard hearts are softened
In the stinking, murky flow
And in GOD's time there is a plan
Eventually you will know
When from the compost pile
A piece of you helps someone grow
.....peace.....
