We can feel creation groan
It’s crying out for God
Every night
When we were young
We walked where we wanted to
Life was
Broken wing, forgotten dream, shattered thing
That a mans hands can’t
Who is like my child
Who’s so lovely and wild?
Oh, my
I walked under the blood red moon
At night when wolves
Run, run so fast
Over fields and grass
At last, at last
We
Praise the Lord, when it’s all gone wrong
Everything fades but
Sweet songbird singing in the morning hour
Waking me up to
You left on a Saturday
In her hands you passed away
On
Heaven and the earth will pass away
But your words all
Oh great mammon of form and function
Careless consumerist consumption
Dangerou
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