
‘Cause He’s in there movin’
Got a knife and He’s prunin’
Cuttin’ out the old man; bringin’ in the new.
And it’s foolish to fake it
So I’m lettin’ Him take it
‘Cause He said I’d be like Jesus when He’s finally through
from the song “Inside” by John Fischer
Our yard just got a haircut. There is so much foliage on and around our property that it takes an annual visit from the tree-trimmers to keep the branches the required three feet away from the house in support of proper fire prevention. It’s odd, though, but when I walk around our yard now, I feel like I just got a haircut — like I was the one that got trimmed. All I know is, the sky is lower; the trees are lighter; the sun is brighter; and I feel my baldness more acutely.












