I cherish the ground you walk upon When you look up I stare you down But it's not we who hurt the most Father son and holy ghost Free in my thinking
If god had a name, what would it be? And would you call it to his face if you were faced with Him in all His glory? What would you ask if you had
An Aching and a Longing The sun rises a miracle each day But wise men point the other way, away Soft she comes like a pillow to my face The burning