In the evening,

He starts singing,

Between two legs crossing,

Confessing sins through wording,

Merging silence with truths he's meeting,

His voice rippling as waves keep unfolding.
 

His serenade of the evening,

Filling the air in the name of healing,

Soothing birds in cages to sleeping

Letting clams breathe free from the drying,

A hymn calming the ocean’s surging.

And even babies stop crying,

While evil spirits are running.

 

He keeps forgiving,

Never judging,

His heart keeps aiming,

Toward God everlasting.