Martha Elizabeth's Heart Song Speaks of Coming Home to Brotherhood, the Golden Crown of God

Joy has come and we are going to be there, because God ordained all of us from above. And I want you to know, that we are going to be a show, the greatest voice known, because we are going home.   I have one more thing to do, and that is sing with you, because my heart calls into everything you do. And I need you to be, the heart of all the leaves (relatives on the tree of life). And I want you to know, that we are part of this living show.

Can you see, the rising of the sun? Can you vision what tomorrow will bring? Can you find the heart inside, that place we go to die (to feel death with the soul, to rise again with the flesh of the rising sun)? Can you fill it up with love, and rebirth to all that gifts? Can we find a new way, to be, the rising sun of yesterday?

I want you to be with me, so we can always know to be free.  I want you to shine like a dove, to be with all the hearts we love.  I can find my heart with you, when you give me some loving clues, and you can trust I will be, the heart that you need to be free.

Wait and sea (vision of the heart)! Willing bee (the impossible flight)! Find a way to survive, to know the God is still alive.  I say to you, inside of me, is the life to set us free.  Now you can trust what I say, because I love you this very day.

What does time do, but unwind, to show it's all but divine. What does love show the way, if we can't go out and play. I say to you, my heart is blue (the heart of me and you). I say to you, that we need love to show the world the view.  Come to me, I say.  Show the way of love's display.  Come to me to grow inside, the light that is so blind.

But if you trust the will of God (the eternal circle of life, in One), then you will find the heart of doves (flight over rolling hills of time).  And if you trust the ways of love, then you will grow to know the love.  Come to me!......Come to believe...............Come to me.................................Come to show the way of the world.

Can't you sea, the heart of love inside of thee ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥?  Can't you feel the love that grows, the heart of those who know ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥.  Come to believe, it's true, we need all that sacred views.  Come to be the heart of you, the magic of a sacred view.   Where do you go? Where do you hide this day? What do you need to grow, like a seed needs to find the roots? 

  
I say, come to me.  Find the water (to feel the soul within) that sets you free!  Come to me, ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ and believe that God will set you free.  Don't despise the world this day, instead look for loving ways.  Don't look the other way, instead find love to show you the day. Come to me, and believe.  Come to me and show the view of steves (Στεφανος sacred ordained crowns of the kinsmen, crown is the kings men, or kinsmen or relatives of the tree of life, the leaves or relatives who come to know together, one family the rainbow family). Come to me and believe that God is here to relieve. 

  
We know the way to show, the love of sacred snow (crystalline stone river, we flow, of the perfection). We know the way of love that grows inside of all the days of know.  Come to me, come and see your light above.  Shine a light to grow, be a sun, that always knows!

Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman the Song of the Heart of Martha Elizabeth's Golden Glow, who calls the brotherhood, to come home, to where paradise roams.  We are part of this show, willing our hearts, who claim the throne, to the greatest adventure of this world.  Come home!

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Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!