GOD IS IN THE RAIN


                                                                               
 Clouds form, they turn dark with storm,



                                                                                
 Drops fall from the sky, cold and warm.



                                                                               
 More and more as they touch tree tops,



 Drip by drip they trickle down to the ground.



 Into  the rivers, flowing into the oceans as one,



 Drops of rain cover lakes, slowly filling with time.



 From the mountains the water makes its way down,



 Soaking the hills to create life, within the flowers 
 And grass.


 Let the rain fall, God is in the rain, In the drops 
 That are upon you,


 God is in the rain as it comes down, God soaks this 
 World with life.

                  Keith Garrett

                 "THE RIDER"


 He'll ride In the morning, through the day 
 Travels the road,

 High upon the hills, a shadow beneath the clouds, 
 He rides.

 Into the wind, the rain blowing against his face, 
 He rides,

 The snow falls as through the mountain passes he 
 Is moving.

 A man with no name, throughout the land, maybe a 
 Glimpse,

 He's known only as the rider carrying whatever for hire.


 This horse he rides, with colors of solid black and 
 White spots,

 A demon creature, wicked, with speed like the wind.


 Brown and black hat worn on his head, gives a mysterious 
 Appearance,

 A coat so long for cover and warmth, shields him from 
 Weather, the rider.

 Boots on his feet of dark, broken In pattern can be 
 Noticed In the stirrups,

 This man of the land rides and rides, just he and his 
 Faithful companion.

 Like a ghost so quiet, he roams the wild wilderness 
 Of life,

 He's known as the rider, Into the night he rides.


                 Keith Garrett

             SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN BED


 Woke to the sound of rain, an aching head to 
 Start my day,
 Tripped over the cat that scratched me as I fell.
 I went for the shower but the water was turned off,
 Out in the street they were fixing a pipe, won't go 
 Back on until the night.
 A cup of coffee would have been nice,
 If only I had gone shopping instead of drinking 
 Last night.
 I put on my pants to go to the store,
 Couldn't get my car out of the driveway, the street 
 Was closed.
 Back in the house, soaked by the rain,
 What to do on such a lousy day.
 Couldn't watch t.v., the cable was out,
 Put on the stereo, the power went out.
 A drip on my head, this can't be happening to me,
 The roof had a leak, only eight in the morning, kill 
 Me I say.
 I walked to the store, bought what I need,
 On the way home a car drenched me, groceries at my feet.
 Should have stayed in bed, I didn't know,
 Another drink and a pill, back to sleep I'll go.
 Forget the rest of the day, can you see how it's gonna 
 go,
 Maybe tomorrow i won't have to know.
                                                                                                
 Keith Garrett

                 THE WARRIOR


 Dressed for battle, he stands ready to fight, 
 The warrior,

 Fear lives within him fore this emotion brings wisdom.


 Strong as he fights for that which he believes,


 A lonely way of life but a man makes a choice, a stand.


 A family, not In this souls' plans, born to walk alone,


 This chosen way that may haunt Is just a house of cards.


 It's not said that a bad man Is he, quietly the sun 
 Rises for him,

 This path chosen, a quiet one If those choose to let 
 Tt be not a fight.

 Always ready for battle, though silently lives In the 
 Shadows,

 This wanting to be left In peace man Is a warrior on 
 His own.

             Keith Garrett 

             SHE LIVED IN THE WOODS


 Hidden from sunlight, beneath the tall aging trees,

 Deep in the woods, alone lived she.

 A different kind of world, quiet except for the 
 Creatures that be,
 A woman so aged, seems that she'd been here for 
 Eternity.
 So far below that which grows, the falling rain can 
 Barely touch,
 In a rickety old cabin, she had not much.

 Only sounds of the woods kept her company,

 In a dark, lost, existence, she lived to be so old,

 Not of loneliness.

 Many things did she to occupy her moments of a life 
 Meant to be,
 Never a face shown to her, only memories of childhood
 Dreams.
 She lived in the woods, somewhere you see,

 An old, old, woman gone and not missed but who was she?


                Keith Garrett 

               WALKING THE WALL


 I've been here before, trying to fight an 
 Unbeatable one,

 A lesson heard but still not learned.


 Pounding against a wall, wanting to move 
 Through it,

 Many times tried but it does not move for me.


 A hand of force does not go through, only touches,


 The body can'not pass on to the other side.


 Walking the wall, a man can see both sides,


 He can look up and down, focus all around.


 If his balance is strong and steady, he will not
 Fall,

 Do not jump while walking the wall,


 A clear head and all things are possible.


             Keith Garrett           

                                                                                    
              LORD OF KINGS


 Rulers of many lands, they were different but 
 Greed the same,


 Treasures valued beyond the real purpose of a 
 Living man.


 Since the birth of man and the rising sun, war is 
 Never done,


 Blood spilled with time, lies and guilt, death 
 seems but a crime.


 There are Kings who sit upon thrones of deceit 
 And evil deeds,


 I wonder If there ever was one who thought more 
 About the common good.


 The Lord of Kings Is a mysterious one, creator of 
 All things great and kind,


 Master of Earthly scenes, creator of the universe, 
 That which men build and destroy.


                        Keith Garrett

                                                                                         
                SECRET FRIEND


 I was a small boy when first my friend appeared,


 So long ago as now it is that I am much older than.


 A friend that was there whenever I was lonely and
 Scared,

 I did talk to back then, laughed and ran in a field
 Of weeda.

 As I got a year older this friend was not by my side, 
 Wandered,

 I would meet others and my friend would stand across 
 Yhe street.

 Pacing back and forth, I was growing older as my friend  
 Remained a child,

 Slowly I had not much in common with my secret friend, 
 The games changed.

 The more I wandered and found, the further the distance
 Between us,

  My secret friend was leaving me, I couldn't hold on as 
  Much as I thought I wanted,


 My friend was leaving me as it was time to go, just as  
 I went away, a friend no more.

                      Keith Garrett

                                                                                      
            THE DUSTY TRAIL


 Traveling through an untamed land, I travel,


 All that I own packed upon my horse and wagon.


 There's a lot of quiet time thinking and looking,


 As the day ends I set camp, a fire, supper, and my horse.


 Noises of the night are owls, crickets, or the wind,


 Lucky am I to hold this guitar in hand.


 Feed my horse and off to bed for a little rest,


 A gun close by as I sleep with an open eye.


 Just call me bob as when the sun rises I'll be gone,


 A hot cup of coffee, a bite to eat, and off I go.


 The dusty trail takes me to many places of sight,


 I travel by day then it's time to stop for a much wanted, 
 Peaceful night.

                    Keith Garrett

                                                                                                         
           HE CAME FROM NOWHERE      


                                                                                   
 Not a clue of who he really was, his name not sure,


  
 It is said he came from nowhere, a tall man of strength.


                                                                                       
 He spoke always in a manner of calm and peace,


         
 You could not enrage him, a confident look upon his face.


                                                                               
 Softly spoken words but a lethal weapon, you can be sure,



 There is no record of him, a mystery from where he came,


                                                                                  
 He was very fast, he was there and then he was not.



 He came from nowhere, a powerful man who did want peace,



 In the end, he stood tall, a trail of death he left, 
 Not evil was he.

                                                                                   
         Keith Garrett