Plant that seed of loving life. Give your heart a home. Deal with enemies like they are family. Don't you realize, that they do need thee. Come children hold me and fly away to sea.
There is a place a Dawning we know. It's coming home now, we can feel it in our toes. And when the seeds are growing, we'll plant the world with love. There is an opening in the heart that plans above. There is a place, we call spirit above all.
Now what do you think, God has done with you? We are the reckoning of all our mistakes and views. But we are the children, who still need guidance from you. Great Spirits hold onto us, and know we are here to love. Great Spirits hold onto us, we are here to heal and give.
The sky is above me, yet I can touch the night. Don't you realize, that God is here to fight. We are teaching breathren, how to become one blood. We are the children, who travel the stars. We are going home now, not too long, I (christ consciousness, oneness) am the cause.
We could be laughing, but we tend to hate. What can we do now, if we don't plan too late? I want to tell you, it's prayer that leads the way. God does fill us, with loving words to say.
Yesterday, I walked along the hill. I realized it's over (orange rolling hill), and another one to fill (yellow rolling hill). It's the time of reckoning, to alleviate all sin, if we could realize, it's for all of us to win.
And my heart, well it's couldn't get any bigger than it is. I love the children, and dance like I should. But too many they don't feel like the whisper in the wind. They long for torture, instead of forgiveness, they could win(d).
Ceremony and prayer, is the guiding way home. Remember to pray, while you're walking along. Can't you believe it, it's time to go home. I am looking forwards, to another place to roam. My heart does float on clouds, that begin to wane. There are the tears, that long to have a perfect home.
Come hold my hand, come dance with a stand. Give up what you hate most and start to love the land. Helping your brethren, will pick up the pace home, but if you don't realize, that prayer is key to the storm, they I will be seeing you, in the next time. I will dream forever, that you will not be so blind.
There is so much to be said, but I know, it's a hard road ahead. Fire from the sky will light a portal in disguise, and we shall open windows, to far off distant lands, if we can remember, that God is here to command. And prayer and your blessings, are all that makes the stand. (end)
Listen to the Blessed Rainbow Colors of the Four Directions