A Friday evening in which all should be remembered except for the little thorns here and there which may be safe to be forgotten for though those thorns in the moment seem to prick so awfully bad and perhaps even a drop of red drip drops split splatters and the shocking color against the green of growing life underfoot is trampled after all soon enough it is a moment past even though in the moment it was present in such a way that it seemed to take up the enormity of infinity stretching from pole to pole though now look back where does the time go though the scar may still persist it is in the past now and can be smiled at as a memento of that for which we struggle along this pilgrim road which seems a bit long now stretching towards the skyscrapers that reach with broken claws up to the heavens oh smile down upon us they cry and have mercy upon us when we remember to ask but for me and my house we will serve the Lord and that is my cry this night for mercy has somehow already been shown me for yes even that red that dripped and dropped down that crooked tree was somehow from eternity past destined for one such as me and in actuality me and for that may this song be remembered until the new dawn of the eternal comes.