Saturday, October 22, 2005

proxime accessit

Sky is calling to the steeple
As it echoes out my name
I can hear You in the air I breathe

Spanning the years that have come and gone
You roll like the ocean underneath the sun
Weaving my soul to the Holy One
Weaving on and on with love...

-Michelle Tumes "deep love"-

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