just suppose; a bit far fetched Tumble **** on traverse spence he came to me amidst a breeze he sought me when I was down on my knees he loved me unconditionally nestled through the leaves
time well spent in thought the tide comes in it also rises further into the quantum pulse the memory sullen with velvet leaves
the price he had to pay for all our yesterdays chosen from off the vine crafted in by his great design he seeks us early he sought us when we were down
through every valley and stream Satan would buffet the trials would come but by his word we are free
caress the silver embrace the gold as waiting heart to implode onto a different episode lay up your silver forfeit your gold
lines to be drawn in the sand the embrace tender of her hand lavender dew fresh on the morning sod togetherness
a tender ear to reflect Jesus we must confess we shall meet at the love fest in God we trust
although nails in his hand we shall understand the masters ultimate plan