1. Sometimes when it's late at night,
I don't want to go to bed;
I like to spend the time with you instead. 'Cause when its curtains have been drawn, the city goes to sleep,
and midnight words are easier to speak.
You mean more to me than laughter, more than pleasure, more than wealth; you mean more to me than friendship, more than happiness and health. Though these things are dear to me, much more than I can tell,
you mean more to me than living itself.
2. I see you in the smiles we share
when friends come round for tea,
in birthday cards, in lovers on the street. I hear your voice when times are bad, and dreams have fallen through.
I need some help, and so I turn to you.
3. You could say I've had a lucky life, though I would call it blessed.
I often wonder why I've had the best.
I pray that if my day grows dark,
and sorrow comes my way,
I'll still have faith enough for me to say:
Your constant love is better than life itself and so I will praise you.
1976. Late nights have often seen the beginnings - and the finishings - of songs.
Last Monday, November 19, I got back home after a 4 week trip, mostly in Queensland.Only possible because of
He's been my driver for the past 7½ years, for trips to Victoria, ACT, NSW and Queensland. He likes to label himself as 'Ray the Roadie', but he's a lot more than that. For the churches & schools I've sung at, we both set up the sound gear - the amps, guitars et al. He then retires to a back seat, while I sing & play. Afterwards, at schools, we take the gear down together. But at churches, he looks after the gear, while I talk with people & sell CDs & books. We get to stay with people most places , & we both love meeting people, enjoying their terrific hospitality.
This trip was his swan-song. I know he's enjoyed the driving & meeting people, but I still don't know how to say thank you. In his modest, self deprecating way, he'd reject the label of 'Servant of Christ', but he's been that for me, & together we've been able to serve people in many places.