A sing-along Sunday in
the arms of America
taking scraps from our plates
you know our people love
their peaceful kinds of hate
a pillar of faith will guide you
surrender lays paramount
so walk behind spirits true
Mystic steps in closed shroud
a ship upon the sea
far away and oh so close
my father stands with me
color stained fingers shaking
mandala visions unfold
serenity there for the taking
shelter from the cold
I need a piece of the puzzle
a solution for that which is me
Counting the time wasted
giving it all away for free
I beg of you to follow
fill that which has been hollow
speak a tear-stained sunlit sermon
please
and help me up off of my knees
I think you had me with the whole idea of surrender and then again with mandala visions. Yep … you set fire to this one it’s gorgeous
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🙏 thank you dear one ❤
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