The Girl In The Skirt
Sunset comes and sunset goes
That's just the way it goes.
Whenever life knocks down and hurts
Take a look at the girl in the skirt.
Soft brown skin gentle like the earth
And hair shiny black like that of a crystal sea
Every day she gets on her knees
In contact with the Savior as she pleases.
I hold her hand for she goes with me.
To the place that brings comfort over me.
Gone are the forlorn days and sleepless nights.
As the future starts to look bright !