I want God to rest your soul
Til he realizes he hasn’t done enough
Eventually the yarn will end
But these materials created yards of love
A statue of a fallen angel near city hall
The neighboring streets come together
This place will know your heart
These people will know your grace
These petals will spill like confetti
This flower will hold your name
Oct 6, 2024
Oct 6, 2024 at 5:27 AM UTC
I want God to rest your soul
Til he realizes he hasn’t done enough
Eventually the yarn will end
But these materials created yards of love
A statue of a fallen angel near city hall
The neighboring streets come together
This place will know your heart
These people will know your grace
These petals will spill like confetti
This flower will hold your name
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