God is always coming to the air, we the breath in the life of trees. Now the fall is happening and the leaves come tumbling down, all to find treasures buried in the snow. Can we exist without a heart of gold? I don't want to, even if we could. I wonder what could take all this town, to the high waters, that seem all around. Abounding for you, come and bring us abounding to you. Come and hold us, abounding to you! There is the heartbeat of saints in the air, but we need to fit inside like a glove. And do we fight for freedom from suffering every day? I say my goodness is taking care of what I really need to say, and beyond the tomorrow will show the world about, the many sailing vessels that carry treasures of Gold.
It's been a troubled tatters (life), that come to sail in the winds. But sails are to be mended, to revive into most anything. We are the teachers of what is to come next in the world. Can we walk together, and hold up the world? There the sound of Angels turn, round and round we go in turn, the place we hold together, the place we call our home. The place of magic enters, when we dream of what's next to glow.
Take hold of your sails and billow winds of pure love, to those who are tattered and maimed, show them what to do next, to bless and be blessed, to find the water in the rainbow once again. We have much to learn of love, how to manage sacred space, and to bring our Brothers home to our Hearts. Show the Sisters you do care, and open up to all the sails, those who have tears, and have pain, that need a hug, that need a hug. Say, lets dance and sing again, to bring our family home again. There we will find, the bosom of rolling hills. There lies deep within, the heart that never forgets, that our souls, need dreams to fill the sails.
Dream of better days. Dream of better ways. Dream that the love of all the world, will return. Dream that love will take a stand. And we fight for the LAW of LOVE, meaning, we unite two broken hearts, then we resolve. But until we get that hug, or love that spills from blood, then we shall always seek the best of everyone. And we won't loose our sight, instead grow vision from the heart, and see with the third eye, into the dark. Into the dark...
There we go, round and round, where Shepard's do not bound, and we are here as Prophecy foretells a line. We go home fighting for love. We bring Heaven and Earth back again! And we need to know the skills of making it right. To bless our sacred space. To bring a heart to all those who part, the wisdom of receiving the hand of God inside their homes. To bring those who need us, into the house of One hand. The silence of knowing, which way to go, from heart to heart, and to and fro, to understand, that all we need is love to grow, love to grow. I say, don't worry about the days, instead learn how to fight a better way, to seek the vision, the heart and soul already survives. Just open up all your gifts. Let the joy in all your skip, find a smile to another face, from day to day!
And when all is broken down, the heart need not begrudge and frown, but say, I will seek a better way, when sharing my stories this day. When we share we know what's right. When we speak our devoted hearts, then we know that time is traveling over rolling hills, where green grass grow....
Testing, Mending, the broken hearted frown. Where do we go when all is round and round. Can we offer, Love where there is pain? Can I suffer for all you do out there? Do you have too, always seek despair? I really wonder, do you want love in your life? I really wonder who doesn't offer life? Where are the rainbows, the sun that shines at night. Where are my stars of light, going in all this plight? I know it's real hard, you tell me everyday (crying). I know it's real hard, to forgive in all you pray! But what river do you flow (tears), what river do you know? Is love carrying you through, or do you have to abuse? There is only one person, out there, it's relative in despair (tears and more tears).
We are coming home now, to where the buffalo roam, and in those green pastures, is where the eagle roams. I say, don't you want rolling hills (tears). Don't you want to feel the smells? Don't you want to be a blossom true? Don't you want love in you? (more tears and more tears). We need a heart to spill at last. We need to share the stories that blast. And when our hearts are true again, then we will long for the river's end. We spill in mighty oceans, that flow from me to you. And I say, my heart always loves you, just feel my heart that is true. But then you come and display your heart, then hate and rage over come me. And I wonder, is this what you really are, the one who needs this hate inside. The one who needs more pain inside? (tears and more tears) And I tell you truly, there is a better way. I say there is only LOVE that fills this day! And no matter what they do to you. No matter what they feel towards you. No matter how long they ache for you. Remember that love fills the air for you. For my love will reach you. And my love will flow to you (tears and flowing river of tears of love and pain), and my love will find your heart, forever and a day. Remember that we are relatives. Remember we live inside of sin. and now is the time to make it reach for a star. To remember that love will hold us this far. Because LOVE is your weapon, Love is your shield. Love is your Amsterdam (the calling of angels, over the bridge, rainbow. The Yiddish word for the Hebrew makom means "town", to be together like a rainbow colors, a golden era of travelers with waterways and pipe smokers as a representation of sacredness is held in the pipe uniting heaven and earth, the crystalline stone river of diamonds), the place we are filled. Come and bow to the rainbow. Come and seek your brother love. Come and serve your sister and tell all those from above. That now is the time, my love will make a stand. To reach out and speak out and tell the world we're here. (Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy)
The rainbow will shine. The time will be our guide. And love will be the river, that flows and flows. The animals will have a home and brothers will shine alone, but sisters will hold our hearts and guide us home. There is a place to whisper, there is a place to know. And I have much excitement. And I have much to hold. I have much to bear all, the state of being cold. But I still love you, even in all your pain, and now matter where you are. No matter how big or small. My heart is with you today. My heart is loving you all the way. And we are going to the rainbow's call. We are going to big and small. We are going where Relatives roam. The place my family plants and grows!
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