He was, he was in the churchyard
My father was in the first part
He came, he came to my bedroom
But I was asleep
He woke me up again to say:
Halle, Halle, Halleluiah
Holy, holy is the sound
And I hope, I hope you are tired out
And I know, I know there is joy endowed
But I was asleep
And he woke me up again
And he woke me up again to say:
Hold on, hold on to your old ways
Or put off, put off every old face
And I know, I know you are changed now
I hope, I hope you’re arranged out
But I’m still asleep
And you woke me up again
And I’m still asleep
But you woke me up to be holy
Sufjan Stevens
This is a vat of tea. If there was ever any question what a vat was.
I have not mentioned before how much I like the remote control I have for the D90. It feeds my narcissistic soul. And one day I’ll stop applying ‘vintage’ type effects to my photos. I promise.