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On Creating Generations Of The Nigh
You are within the glance of a freedom known to life and birth,
Heavenly stars are within the eyes of those who name these ways,
And the escape comes without retreat but entices the sense to move,
You are of a grace already known to greatest and the worth of time,
There are reasons for protecting life within the stone which rains its intent.
There is a way to find time in the palm of Your hand, of holding me close,
The carress and the juncture, adjoining these moments together in rain,
The casual touch of water will keep me in its depths so safe that I ache
And as You reign at the top of the world, You realize how the love became power,
And from that, which is always love, only can come love, I will abide You
When You need me to, and then I will listen to every breath as well so close
To the bosom fields and gray skies calling the land to rise and speak,
This land becomes a symphony of an orchestrated play upon the rise and fall,
And it is not that You will fall, but that You must maneuver the ground,
And the Angola sun sets upon my dreams of birth to encounter me fullest
In the strength I know to give, life and gift of gold and myrrh, there is
Still a forecast that the sun will return later, and then we will die.
You are hesitant at death, on one side, knowing that it gave You life
To die is the power of Kingdoms to understand, and then figure, it was
All in the words we spoke once true to acquire the sense of rain and to
Pick up sticks, then settle for life in the woods, but undyingly
We are broken and then in the end life fixes us to see everything we must
Do to protect You in the depth, spiritual water bear me i your womb
And then give birth to the nigh while You are sleeping, and acquire
That I abide by righteousness because I am Your servant, and in meaning
I am life to bring water beyond and save the river's mercy to entice.
You are raining on me tonight, the skies are glancing within me.
Heavenly stars are within the eyes of those who name these ways,
And the escape comes without retreat but entices the sense to move,
You are of a grace already known to greatest and the worth of time,
There are reasons for protecting life within the stone which rains its intent.
There is a way to find time in the palm of Your hand, of holding me close,
The carress and the juncture, adjoining these moments together in rain,
The casual touch of water will keep me in its depths so safe that I ache
And as You reign at the top of the world, You realize how the love became power,
And from that, which is always love, only can come love, I will abide You
When You need me to, and then I will listen to every breath as well so close
To the bosom fields and gray skies calling the land to rise and speak,
This land becomes a symphony of an orchestrated play upon the rise and fall,
And it is not that You will fall, but that You must maneuver the ground,
And the Angola sun sets upon my dreams of birth to encounter me fullest
In the strength I know to give, life and gift of gold and myrrh, there is
Still a forecast that the sun will return later, and then we will die.
You are hesitant at death, on one side, knowing that it gave You life
To die is the power of Kingdoms to understand, and then figure, it was
All in the words we spoke once true to acquire the sense of rain and to
Pick up sticks, then settle for life in the woods, but undyingly
We are broken and then in the end life fixes us to see everything we must
Do to protect You in the depth, spiritual water bear me i your womb
And then give birth to the nigh while You are sleeping, and acquire
That I abide by righteousness because I am Your servant, and in meaning
I am life to bring water beyond and save the river's mercy to entice.
You are raining on me tonight, the skies are glancing within me.
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On Creating Generations Of The Nigh
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