(I LOVE THIS ONE...)
the piece of cotton grew up to be a string
and that strong little thread held together
you never gonna know who you gonna be
when you sprout up
(oh no oh no)
never gonna know who or how or what
you gonna affect someone somehow in some kind of way
every day now
all the people you be living with and
oh in what way
they will just have to wait and see
in the morning saying words as the sun is up
the sky is overhead
the big old world
"surely ain't finished with you yet"
so then let the light in
and shine shine shine....
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Meloo Melissa A Howells Straight From Her Tilt-a-World
We all have a light in our world
sometimes its in us..sometimes its in others.
Pray that we recognize it. Light is meant for that.
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