"We are all SUNS of God", says Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Eagle, your Father Red Hand
Mark my words. I will see you in the new land. Watch me walk. I will sing upon glory. Tell me what? I am here to write a story. I am strong, because I have faith of a mountain (sacred and holy, standing firm, the holy law of love). I am the glory that God sent to thee. I feel the heartbeat of all their disease. And I know you are failing, because they hurt and bleed. But don't give up, the sailing, because we need you to adore thee. Glory bee, the sails for me.
In all the springs times, evolution calls to me. It's the awakening of the longed longevity. We are the children, who walk into a new land. Because we are solemn, to make a new stand.
Miracles do abound to us, miracles do flow. We are the children, who make it all grow. And our hearts will do magic and serve everyone. We shall be dancing, like radiant suns.
I want you to know, it's a hero's call so bold. You are the hero God sent to take hold. Don't give up your footsteps, instead, give us love. Watch out for soldiers, who don't come from above (earthly, not heavenly).
There you go down a river so cold. But don't you know the Sun will burst and show you and hold. We can finish together. We can find a world, if we long to love each other, and keep the promise told.
Walking and talking, a new devoted way. You are the children who come to relate. It's a song of heaven, who are going to make mistakes, and we are the children, who will hold them instead. We shall be bold and stand on what we say.
Carry me to the promise land. I will walk and make a man (journey on the lights, waves our soul travels). And when I get there. I speak of a mighty hand. There in the stars. There in the day. There is going to be a miraculous display. There in the shadows. There by the seas. There in the heart, of those in disease.
What do I do? I don't always understand. What can I hope, if I don't trust in Man? When must I journey, to make it across the seas? I look forward, to all that is me! I look forward to living in peace.
So I play to sing a song. I make love, to bring along. I shell out my heart and pray to God, I shall be free. I look for faith in everything. I hope for the life from spring. I am the golden child, who longs to be free, to hold thee (no sound, silence is golden).
Fill me up worthy children, for all you suffer for thee. It's the stake of discomfort, that knows, you love thee. Suffering for Mankind, to long to be free, because your faith, it will rescue thee. It will be a lamb (children of the beloved) who journeys beside me (rainbow warriors of prophecy).
Love me forever, as I will love thee. Hold me and tell me, we're going home finally. There is a Shepard, who looks after me (all of us). And I know it's God's will, for all to be free. I shall be praying, to have good (more) company!
Sung by White Buffalo Calf Woman, your Twin Deer Mother, sacred drum by Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star, your Father Red Hand.
Listen to the Blessed Rainbow Colors of the Four Directions