Take hold of my hands. I will understand. All the light of the great sun inside of me rings (sounding out). Tree of life send me home, to where I can feel the groans. And heaven stand with me, upon the mystic tree. It's time to grow. Rise up the waking show, all the waves that will grow. And with this Morning Star, the heart inside lies in groves. We are many trees. We are lined in the breeze. We are stars in the sky, suns of men who are longing with pride. We are holding our hands, together to understand. Times are given to us in the winds, just to bring us home again.
It's a river flowing wide. The sacred living sky, where the Star does rise everyday. We all pray. And with this Morning Star, our hearts find our way. We are justified in the light, to share our holy plight. We are learning to overcome sin, with a prayer to help us begin. Each stone a star in the sky, help us to bring us home to the wide. Deep blue seas of you and me. Galaxies closer than my knees. In my mind, sharing all divine. I am a star that rises far. I have a dream. To be a Rising Sun. I have a dream, to bring us to the holy rungs. And with each step I take, I can feel the waking of this land. I send my love out to the crowds and I say, Love is on it's waves.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for the entire clan. All the little birds that want to land. And with it's shadows it grasps the tail, cricket who wants to wail. And the little creatures of God's tales. And all the creatures of songs that sail. The rocks and trees and grass, the holy spaces of the blast, the waking emotional train/trane (young horse or soul), when we wake up to gain...... Love is near you, because Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star is running through. He is cleaning up the fields for you, to show you the Morning Star. And all the beloved children inside of him, suffering with all their sin. He is guiding with love's abiding, devotional beat of the drum. Hear the hum, the heart always knows the run. Feel the drum, listen to your heart and know it's time to go/come (home). And when it's hard to see, love is after, an afterglow you see. It's time to share all that we dared. Let us pray, clean our plate. Send us us home with loving tones.
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