Today is Maxwell's 33rd birthday (May 23rd) and I thought this an opportune time to say "Hey Max we miss you and can't wait to see what you come up with next"! Enjoy life and keep being the "phondest" man in America.

He Sings!!!

Oh my God he sings!
And my heart comes alive
Beatin' on the wings
Of ecstasy and jive
A voice so strong
It touches my soul
Makes me live the song
Forgettin' my purpose, my goal!

Oh my God he sings!
As tho' he were love itself
Foolin' my mind with its strings
Leavin' me breathless, nothin' left
Tied to my mind
Like a dove's mornin' cry
He soaks me with wine
I am still, I sigh!

Oh my God he sings!
Like there is nothin' more
Then he smiles and with it brings
An ache that rocks my core
Sweet falsetto never heard
Like he does all night long
Opens his mouth and the words
Fall from heaven, nothin' wrong!

I have heard an angel sing, I know
No other could make me weep
Tearin' the fiber of my heartstring, so
Giving me moments all to keep
You ask how I know its true
That an angel made my heart sting
I could not swear on bibles to you
I just know, my God, he sings!!!
(to max)

by: jbw
Copyright 2004 by jbw