Txt2me:
He gives food to eat you cannot buy,
wings of faith when you cannot fly
and words of truth we cannot deny.
We feel held aloft,
his steady hand,
gentle and soft,
a new land,
we tread and beyond
perhaps...more oft.
MyResponse:
Be U
ti ful
to hear,
from you
(&girl)
I cheer!
When she
& you
return
maybe..
Time's due,
we'll learn
what good
came with
your trip,
or could
soon if
you sip
and drink
the cup
given,
then blink
& up
& when
he calls
then go
to him,
with all,
& show
on whim
love's hand
that stretch-
-es out
then, and
it's sketch
no doubt
could be
mis-un-
der-stood,
yet he
who's done
such good
rarely
mis-un-
der-stands.
So we
will run.
Commands
from him
are gifts
to prize.
Our hymn
then lifts
our eyes..
and words;
We love,
we opt..
We heard
a dove
has dropped,
So we
take on
your way
glad he,
your son,
will stay
by his
spirit
in us.
This is
(hear it?)
a buzz!
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