Maintaining bare in a house full of sounds
There is no bound to Your mercy
Retiring the battlefield to the books that charge me for the escapades that don't pay me to listen
This body is a pile of wood
I am ready to hear Your word I am ready to burn for Your food
The leaves have now left the tree, uplift me into the mountains.
You see me righteous
You don't rest but you count your sheep
Love is Love is Love is You never fail
Mount me Up on your rock, and not upon the sand and clocked.
Waves will take me
You will bring Your glory through the clouds
as I
evaporate towards the son.
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