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Chart Sweep Update

If you've been relying on this forsaken web-log for your chart sweep updates, my apologies. I decided a while ago to stop putting them up here. If you want to continue to view them, you can do so from my page on YouTube. If you want to get updated when I put up a new installment, I guess the way to do this is to "subscribe" to my YouTube "channel." Thanks for your interest.

I'm going to leave this web-log up for now, though it may continue to be about as dead as it's been the last six months. But if you point your browser to this URL at some point in the future and get a 404 error, don't be too surprised.

CHART SWEEP! No. 15, 1972

CHART SWEEP! No. 14, 1971

CHART SWEEP! No. 13, 1970

CHART SWEEP! No. 12, 1969

CHART SWEEP! No. 11, 1968

The River

Make a papyrus basket for me, mother--
Coat it with tar and pitch.
For there are murderers about,
And at every turn a snitch.

Put me in the basket, mother--
Give me a little kiss.
You know it's what you have to do--
let go my tiny wrists.

Carry me to the river, mother--
To the fat and swollen Nile.
Pray when last you see me,
You'll see me with a smile.

Set me on the water, mother--
Among the looming reeds.
The river's long and you seem so scared,
But I'll follow where it leads.

Turn and don't look back, my mother--
Learn not to think of me.
Your sacrifice will spread your love
to the ends of every sea.

You won't know me when it happens, mother--
And I won't know who you'll be.
But I'll come back to lead our house
Out of this misery.

I Do Not Long to Look on God

I do not long to look on God
       with fugitive and sneaking eyes.

I do not long to touch His hem
       with hands that drove his nails.

I do not long to praise His name
       with this tongue which speaks no truth.

I delight not in the voice of God
       --I whose ears are tuned to flattery.


Sometime soon I'll die,
and in faith, by Grace,
home to his face I'll fly.

When that time comes,
but for faith
and His Grace so steady
would I go
kicking and screaming:
"Wait! More time!
I am not ready!"