The Homestretch

    Some of you have come to listen to my songs that are the antithesis of the pop-culture norm... *A blog written by a character who appears in the novel The Wayfarers: Revised Edition . Read the book in Kindle, Kindle Unlimited, or paperback, and you'll discover who the singer is.      It's another Tuesday night at Robbo's Corner Cafe' in Fayetteville, and I'm wearing my black t-shirt with SIGN-UP screen-printed on the chest in white lettering. There's a panoply of pleasant aromas in the air; all relating to coffee, tea, and delectable desserts. I'm the singer, and I'm here to serenade you - and possibly annoy you - while you indulge in caffeinated beverages and sugary delights.      Some of you have come to listen to my songs that are the antithesis of the pop-culture norm; songs that have earned me the apropos sobriquet of The Psychedelic Conservative . As you listen to me strum and sing, you hear the chord changes and melodies that are in

I know that my faith is the substance of things hoped for; The evidence of things unseen... Heavy, oh so heavy Lord, Is this burden that I carry It seems that at times I have been lost and alone Driven by the unseen as a vagabond far from home There is a tormentor seemingly everywhere He is a tempter and a destroyer You Lord, have called me out to something And yet the tormentor is dismantling everything I know I pace off the miles, cold and hungry My soul cries for food and restoration I am patient I know that my faith is the substance of things hoped for The evidence of things unseen; and yet my faith has seen testing The evil thing paces and pants in the shadows Bushes and briers snapping under his feet; he too is patient As this wayfarer walks the path the evil thing who keeps pace in the brambles Whispers lies to my cold ears as he tramples the former vastness of my earthly life Yes, oh Lord, he destroys - as he tells me that you desire for me only failu