...fresh from the word...
…fresh from the word…
In the sky is a bird in the bird breathes a song Heard over distance no matter how long it is the voice of a mother calling her child home it is the voice of the Father telling us we’re not alone It is crisp and clear in a world full of noise baring its soul full of sorrows and joys It can’t help but sing it’s song is the truth, as pure in love as Naomi and Ruth Where I go, the song follows like…
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