Sending my love to the outer winds, where the gospel is full of sin. Thinking we are know just what to dew, but inside we haven't yet found the view. And such is a man who is glorified, without the knowing of the wise. And when we start to bow and praise, heaven will show us the daze.
Let all the deer/dear people fly, through (and) out the heavens, show us wise. Jump on over to the other side, where your neighbor resides. Share the boundaries of everyone. Know it's heaven and we are suns. Each child carries (tears) wisdom throughout (within shines out) their hearts, where the winds blow, we are the holy ark.
Send our love to outer space, to know of heavenly grace. Send love to the plains and fields, where the snowflakes feel (blessings). Each a rising sun within, the terrible sinning has just begin. We are longing for a better way, if only we learn to bow and pray. Each a gospel of that truth, heaven has us by the noose (the soul within is hanging around). And we are going to be this way, when heaven shines another day.
When the deer/dear are coming home, all the children will find the suns. Migrate to the lands of free, where love is the harmony. Blessings to the safety of men, learning how just to begin (to walk holy once again). Every day when we come home, learn about the sacred tones. Sing freedom upon your hearts, bless all those who fall to arc (rainbow). We are children learning to be free, flying over galaxies.
Twin Deer Mother Sings and Father Red Hand Drums, Happy Hanukkah!
Ghost Walk (Sing, Dance, Gather) with us (where you are) each New Moon.
From the darkness we arise a heavenly child.
(2014, solar and lunar calender align, January 1, a cycle of renewal)
Pray With Elders around the World
Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!