Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Big Tree #439
Big Tree On I go in faithful follow to a land of thrush and swallow where a big tree that is hollow stirs in bird voice sing and here do chipmunks acorns gather and do caterpillars lather though they're thinking that they'd rather not, but, so, it seems they do so to grow wings and here I am lost in the Spirit doing all I can to hear it and, then, it says, “Go! Get near it!” and a word it brings, “They're worshiping the King!” |
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Big Tree #439
Big Tree #439