Come one, come all and understand that love has grounded upon the shores. Don't you sea the vision of me, the place we believe, the truth of me (holy spirit). Now what if we could only love, where marsh mellows (clouds in the sky, where tears do hold and flow) could be pure doves (blessed peace). And we could go out to play, and find a new and better way? There we could chime like a song, to bring our hearts a chorus and a song. To live up to, the greatness within, the song of love the song of doves (flapping wings of flocks, to be together in the wind). And we could find the will of man, looking upon the heart of thine, the pillage of hate, must end this time, because I am tired of all that hate. Let us find another way, to love each other every day.
I want the world to understand, that we are going to be in command, the abundance that we wished for, will keep us safe, because we are looking at pure grace. The heaven within, plays a tune, go happily, to be with me and you, but you run away, almost every time, because happiness doesn't make you feel so long. We are programmed to feel defeat, and how will we ever bring our hearts to keep, the joy of gospel, the joy of song, when we are needed to command the way oh so very long. Tomorrow is going to be a brand new day, if only others could learn to play, but we are not in the world of love, because it could make us like doves (peace together). Instead we fight and fight within, to be better than the wind, but I say to you, the sway of things means the waves of time, knows everything. WE are going to be happy some day, when we learn how to be good Children. To find the time, to help our Brothers, sow Sisters could be good Mothers. And I want my world, to be the best, to keep the heart of all that is blessed. And we are going to be within, the release of all this sin! (forgive, before giving)
Wow Holy Spirit can sing her heart to the world, for all to understand love!
Sung by white buffalo calf woman, your twin deer mother who loves the wind...
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