of a song penned last year, never recorded it til wee hours, rough-like on lappy cheap mic, excuses and blah blah could be better quality, but wanted me raw to you bare.............
we run
sometimes pushed, we fall
into the arms that wait
took by the Hand that made us
touched by the One who saved us
freed from the things that slave us
that slave us
hard to explain or measure
way beyond feelings of pleasure
to have and to hold and to treasure
I treasure
to treasure
this suit of love
suit of love
this garment of joy
with a sweet sound
Of lost; found
I'm free
freedom bound
to all the good souls who make up the greenbelt community
god bless xxx
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