Where is time going, into the Sun. I think God is glowing under the Run (race of men). Over the rolling hills, back home again. My soul is always in the wind. Reach for heaven inside your sacred heart. It's time for us to glisten and not be apart (not be separated). There is hemingway (shape changer, from to the sacred form the blessing, six pointed star) that reaches into you. I have to make this a sacred clue.
Where is the light flowing? I know it's a world that is glowing! Have faith in what you do, be true to your heart and glue, your soul to the righteous act of a great man. Let us walk and heal and understand.
Heaven come home to my sacred heart. Wake me up to do, "My heavenly part". I want to be true, just inside the heart of me and you. Come my treasure, find your clues (look into your heart).
I can say, that the mountain rays, go down in the valleys where all do grow. Green grass fields, we share are real. Come join in the paradise of God. Walk into the sacred halls. I'm going to where you run in the fields. I'm going to be there with you. Hold on to your enemy (these arms are made for hugging), make them true, bring them home relatives with a new view.
Can you come toward me? Can you feel the breeze? Do you know your heart? I will hold your sacred part. And when you need to dance, I will hold your hands for this chance. I will lead you to and fro (tides of the great stream) where God's mighty grow.
I want to know your heart. Can you feel the sacred part? Over rolling hills (rainbow colors our souls do flow, over the hills and into the glow) we go, to know the heart of Gold. And it's blue inside you fear, but if you reign upon with tears, then you will know, the sacred glow, the heart that holds you near your soul. Come walk with me ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ Come feel the breeze ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ Come hold my hand ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥ We will understand ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸♥
"Where did it go", you keep asking me? But I say, you never went anywhere. Look inside your heart and compare, you are Greatness, without any compare. You are perfect godly and rare. Just listen to you hair (antenna to god, strands of light, linked to the cosmic rainbow, woven together).
Holiness David Running Eagle drums and White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for the Heart of Waking Rainbow, our Tumbling Sound Profound.
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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!
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