The Harder You Hit Bottom(the Higher You Bounce Ba

[couchgrouch]

The Harder You Hit Bottom(the Higher You Bounce Back)Well, I'm a lay pastor, at the local churchsometimes at Sunday picnics, hearts pour out their soulsone fella sat beside me, lookin' lost and weakI've learned if I just listen, the spirit will speakhe said, "when I turn off the porch light, moths head for the moonwhen the light of my life passed on, I hit ev'ry saloon"he knew tears n whiskey, were just watery gravesbut he'd sunk down so low, he wondered if he could be saved I said the harder you hit bottomthe higher you bounce backit might be a long way downbut with faith you'll reboundcos the hell of doubt is deep n blackbut the harder you hit bottomthe higher you bounce backone guy'd been a trucker, whose windshield was his bedhe'd bought stuff made from, nightmares and Sudafedit was two in the morning, outside Hannibal, Mohe was pushin' ninety, with a flammable loada Datsun cut him off, his Peterbilt jack-knifedhe said it was a wonder, ev'ryone survivedas he told that story, his voice and hands still shookI reminded him softly, of the rising in God's good bookand the harder you hit bottomthe higher you bounce backit might be a long way downbut with faith you'll reboundcos the hell of doubt is deep n blackbut the harder you hit bottomthe higher you bounce backone man said, 'you talk the talkbut you've never walked the walk"then he stared at me in shockwhen I said I can't touch a pair of dicecos the serpent's stare hides in them snake eyesso I've lived my own advicethat the harder you hit bottomthe higher you bounce backthe harder you bottomthe higher you bounce back(c)2005 Robert George