The thunder grows and blossoms pure into the rainbow land, where I adore. Can you visit me, when you go down stream, will you pull up a chair and visit with me. I say rainbows don't come here everyday, but I await them to show up on any day. and I feel the thunder grow inside of me, oh way (wave) tell me so much sorry (sorrow) don't you sea.
It's out there, waiting on the deep blue sea. I tell you, we have to be a part of thee. And I see you, drawing fom the well to be, nourished and filled up with bleessings for free. Can't you see, the waves crashing down on me. And I ride the river flowing as a breeze. And I feel the wind blowing on my back, to see the river of knowing come crashing on my back.
And the thunder oh the mighty thunder, I feel so complete. Yet in the river, where all the flowing waters go, I rarely see the rainbow. Come and stand with me a little while. I will be with you in a few short while. Come and rest your feet alittle while. Come and have some brunch and smile a little smile. And when you tell your song, oh the wonders of the world. I say to you, we are going to have a little spell. The clouds and thunder are calling can't you hear them now. I say, the water is flowing, just give them a call.
So many tears, so much pain in the world. But I have my dog (warrior servant) with me, and we survive. And I say, that this world will be a better day, because of people who remember to pray. Thunder, oh the thunder, coming right now, it's small and loud. It's going to be louder you can feel the rumble, and the sound is shorter in the call. Thunder, lights the oceans, blue, and we feel like the rumble of truth, and below the waters deep inside, the thunders call and all does hide, to tell you, the sound is coming, the voice of angels that speak of truth.
Thunder is the waiting, the laughter of all our shoes. Flying and fighting, to gain control again. And we say, the law of God is one! And we say that love is here to pave the way, but what way? How can we make it this way? If we are fighting every day, and not flying to distant place. Do we have souls inside the thunder? Do we birth the day ahead. In all the blatant and unforgiving, do we dream to fight the way. To speak truth again. To know the heart again. The voice of angels inside our hearts, do we find prayer the way to start? And then there is thunder, the small and loud thunder. The rumble in the night. The tumble in our fright. There we roll out, on to a magical carpet. And there we fly into the heavens. And then we dream upon a star! (rumbling tears in heart swelling into eyes). And our thunder carried us into the sky. And the carpet gave us a ride. And our tears seeded the sky. And you know rainbows (swelling) they came out that day! (swelling tears) And the rainbows, that showed their display (tears) and we have a place to know, the glow of all the show. And where we fly at night, our dreams carry us in delight. If we remember that rainbows, always start in the thunder of the echoes. And we fly to meet the dawning. And we greet to meet the sunshine. And seeds fall from above, the mighty stars that survive. the humble and the child, where miracles are alive. The thunder, the seeds of love that do grow. The thunder, the place our souls they do grow and it's time to come towards the dance. The eternal home of our land. The motion of the stars at night, the heart of our feet in plight. Over rolling hills we go. Over rolling hills we go. And into the rain we spawn our feet and our hearts find the wind to blow.
Long Pause...
Deep in the blue, there I will await you. I will wait to the ends of the days, where my master of always. It's the stream I know it's God. My heart that longs and prods. I shall be here inside the blue, the deep darkness who knows you! I await for you. I push up to the view. I hope you step the right way, to know God is here to stay. I wait for you. I wait for you. I wait for you! To show you thunder has a view... I wait for you. I say, you can dream too. Just show up and find a way. For God is here to stay....
Heart Song for Regina's Opera, Warrior Magenta person, Mother black nation. Woman
Title: Thunder that Seeds the Rainbows, the Tears of Cleansing, the Joy We Feel
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