Where we walk my home will be there, because we are a family affair.
Thine is glory under the sun. I will grow green grass on home.
Clear fields and a blue sky, I will be here, a light, the straw of heaven's delight.
When I share my heart and my home, I know God is living in a groomed home. Halls of justice, blow inside the winds, now it's time to begin. Where God shows mercury to our sins. But the days are lingering by, and so many they don't know why.
What can I do, to show the blue (relatives true), how my heart leans towards love. I want to serve more than doves.
Its God's world. It's where I feel.
It's a path that sends me home.
It's a place, where I do grow.
lds of dreams come towards me.
that I am God's creation that blows,
Hold me closer to divinity.
And my heart beat will always know,
in the heavenly rows, where the corn does grow (a state of higher consciousness).
My heart is filled with divine love, wisdom that comes from a smile.
And the shepards, come take care of your flocks. Hold them favorably, when we don't lean on our doves.
My soul will listen to those who do sing, help me gather again.
I want to share my life with everyone. I want to be a part of this sacred sun. I live to show my glory everyday, it's time for all of us to pray. It's time for God to show us the way.
Listen to spell binding wishes that keep, our souls together, always a step that we reach. I know you need my love this day.
Wait, I'll be there some way.
Sisters hold me, lift your voice high. Brothers take care of your wives. And when we are listening to the true devoted love, then we can come on home and learn from the dust.
Earth hold me close. Heaven lean on me the most.
I will stand up to your call this very day. I will teach you how to pray.
White Buffalo Calf Woman your Twin Deer Mother Sings, elder crystal person and Southern Season, your Song of Heaven Drums, elder green person. Sacred Song Blessings from the heart of Song of Heaven.
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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!