Sunday, July 25, 2010

Point Mutation in 1824 of the LMNA gene

I was originally planning on writing more about old age, after listening to George Strait's Troubadour, but today doesn't feel like a pontificating day. It's Sunday, it's the Christian Lord's Day, and for kids my age, it's a day to get over our hangovers.

Prodigal Son
-Dierks Bentley

Father meet me with your arms wide open
The world's done broken your prodigal son
Down that road I traveled
Everything raveled only came undone

Father lead me down to the river
Wash me in the water 'til I'm whiter than snow
I know I'm not worthy
But tell me there's mercy for the wanderin' soul

I lost my way but now I'm on my knees
If it's not too late won't you tell me please
You got a place for me
A little grace for me

Father meet me in the cool green valley
In all of your glory when my days are done
Name me as one of your chosen
Heaven's unbroken prodigal son

Father meet me with your arms wide open
Lead me down to the river
Meet me in the cool green valley

Name me one of your chosen
Heaven's unbroken prodigal son

I guess this is after all, very much a post about old age. It's about a child feeling way too damn old.

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