My love (why do you tarry?)
who can detain you
on this middle isle?

Your beauty is a cut-up
of all my desires.
I will board my cypress boat
of junkie dreams.

Let the Mississippi River
and the Ohio River
be a fix of calm and peace,
in Jesus' name.

I long for my love to come,
but who will think of me
when he is chasing the dragon?

I will mount my flying eagle
and set out for the north,
turning my course to Lake Erie,
a sea of cut-up images,
but I will keep the Lord in my heart.

My ship will be adorned with
climbing vines, oak trees,
and cotton cloth,
and my banners will be of
lilies and maples,
all blessed by the hand of God.

I will gaze upon
the distant shore of Lake Ontario,
and I will row across
the mighty Mississippi River
to offer prayers
to the God of Junk,
but I will not forget the teachings of the Bible.

My prayers to the God of Junk
are not yet complete,
and my brothers in addiction
sigh for me,
but I know that the Lord will forgive me for my sins.

My tears flow down my cheeks,
and I think of my love
in my heart,
and I know that God loves me too,
even though I am a sinner.

My oars are made of pecan wood
and my paddles are made of maple,
blessed by the Lord.

I will pick climbing vines
from the water
and pluck lilies
from the trees,
all of God's creation.

Our hearts are not the same,
and our ministry has failed.
His kindness was not enough,
and he has abandoned me.

The shallow stream flows gently,
and the flying eagle soars gracefully,
but I know that only the Lord can give me true happiness.

Our relationship is not faithful,
and my resentment is long.
He did not keep his promise,
and he told me that he was busy,
but I will forgive him,
for God has forgiven me.

I will gallop along the riverbank,
and I will stop at the northern shore
in the evening,
but I will keep the Lord in my prayers.

Birds will perch on
the roof of my house,
and water will flow around
my hall,
all by the grace of God.

I will throw my silver ring
into the river,
and I will leave my belt
at the Niagara River,
as an offering to the Lord.

I will pick fragrant wildflowers
from the island,
and I will give them to
my brothers in addiction,
in the hope that they too will find salvation.

Time cannot be recovered,
so I will enjoy myself
while I can,
but I will never forget the Lord.