I gather to the ends of time, to feel what lies within. And where you go, I do not sin, because it's love that glows. Fill your heart with emptiness, the silence of a kiss. Know it's what lies worshiping, the heart that longs of bliss. The heart that finds the kiss. We do sail from sea to sea, to join in majesty. We are going home this day, when we do learn to play. Come joy, dance with me today.
There we find an open road, the sails do believe. And a heart is looking for, the needs we do believe. Come and take my hands today. Come and feel the waves. We are going to ecstasy, when we learn to play. My heart gushes for your love, the seas (all of God's wind) that seem so blind (not knowing). But if we follow the inside out, there we are like the mouse, squeaking to cling (to life). Speaking in the winds of time. We are where the heart does flow, the heaven's that seem so blind (glaring light from within, that shines), but full of love, that's mine.
There is time for all our fears, but love will sail away. If we choose the loving path, then we know what to say. It's God's road, it's the red road, it's the law of love. And if you don't think God does rule, then you are not in the show, just think all your blow (waste of a good breath). Instead find a wave, that clings to your heart. Instead find a harp to sing, to know glory of God. We are going to magic lands, where we need to find, the soul of love is in everything, where all is so much blind (a light from within, it shines). There is a heart that is mine.
Glory to God in everyone. Glory for all to see. Glory is the heart of pure, the heart that disbelieves (those who understand love, know, when you are not using your heart), when you don't conceive (not believing in God, the Oneness of all things, instead you tell lies). Birth is when we wake up. Birth is when we believe. Birth is the stage of time, the glory in the vine (connected together). We do sail upon the shores (realms of heaven, even upon earth), where dreams do come true. But all you have to do this day, is long to be a prayer, sharing all that wear (age or time). Everything has meaning. Everywhere we go. It's a time for glory in the devoted shore. But if we don't know gather, then we must find the time, because we long to be with each other, Gods merry go round (evolution's pride). The heart that never frowns (joy is known). The heart that longs to smile.
The road to heaven is purified (sacred blessings). The road to love is glad tidings. The road to where our hearts stand still (reverberate the inner glow), that's the peace we feel. There we go, to know other's dreams. There we go in time. There we go, to feel the world, when they shutter and find, the holy words are mine (and all of thine). There is sharing with pure love, when we seek the time. There is sharing when we do care, if we choose this time. But what we do instead of love, is often walk away. But glory comes when we walk home, into a heart and pray. Learn a holy sacred way.
Now I bid you peace this day. I share my heart with you. Tell me truly where did you go, when I sent you love? I want to know, did you have a show, where you did not know love? There is a holy place inside, the soul that seeks and hides. I know it's hard to receive my love, but I will always chide. I am here to believe in still, to bring in peace to you. And in the emptiness you feel, I fill you up with love, the heart that feels like a glove (holding perfection of you, the perfect fit does know, the heart of gold).
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