Mar

18

I thought the world was as cold as stone

I cried out for healing for my bones

I found the Son in the rocks by the sea

I laid on them with the birds that are free

I thought the world could not see my face 

But it was me that was blind and out of place 

I walked into the Son to regain my sight

Then I saw my reflection in the oceans rippled light 

I thought the world made War not Luv

So I decided to make a donation to God above

I opened my heart looking for a treasure

Found dated coins of my value to measure

I thought the world was to noisy for my head 

Then I listen to a song that was not from the dead 

I escaped the madness and followed the wind into the trees

My ears were anointed by flying singers pleas  

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