Based on actual events.

cleared out some mental clutter and wrote this to finish the job. Remembering Alaska.

Father of the Poor Verse 1: Father of the poor, here we stand before Your throne with our hearts—they’re all we have. Receive them, Lord; accept our praise, and pour out Your Spirit upon us all. Ancient of Days, we have searched the whole…

Reg has finally sunk down to where he belongs, he feels at home here ......a bit of an experiment with a pawnshop fuzz on the vocal..gives Reg a touch of Tom in the gutter I languish in gutter I’ve said my goodbyes There Ain’t…