You
bring Heaven to Earth.
My
Spirit,
Dances
at the sight.
For
a moment,
I can feel,
I can feel,
And
I remember as a child,
The
first time I knew,
The
things I heard were true.
Press
your hand onto the light,
They
said,
And
you yourself will know.
There
it was,
Beneath
my skin,
I
saw,
The
hemoglobin glow.
It
was there all the while,
But
these are the things,
We
do not take time,
To
see.
Like
the intricate veins,
My
eyes now trace,
On
the healing leaves,
Of
the Banyan Tree.
I
breathe in Life
Before
the Morning Star,
And
thank it,
For
becoming mine.
This
is the place,
I
want to be.
I
want to take my mind.
Where
Angels dwell,
In
the ripples of light rain,
On
shallow pools,
Heavyhearted
clouds have made.
In
the little sparks of light,
Reflecting,
On
the surface of my soul.
Grasping
for truth,
Love
gently took my hand,
And
made me whole.
My
cello heart,
Makes
music now.
And
I sing for all to hear.
Every
song,
A
symphony.
An
orchestra,
Of
prayer.
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