You see a sea that is dead, but underneath
The depths of the ground in which we are buried
The heights of the sky in which we dream
You are the light that surrounds me, reflecting
You lay to rest all the peace, but underneath
Lightning and Thunder rage deep
The rain falls to the gound and a residue builds slowly
washing away the seacastly foundation of our being
Passover the dead as they were nothing
Lean on the understanding in your wanting
Not seeing that all is yours already
The key is in your hand the answer is in your heart
Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 11:14 PM UTC
You see a sea that is dead, but underneath
The depths of the ground in which we are buried
The heights of the sky in which we dream
You are the light that surrounds me, reflecting
You lay to rest all the peace, but underneath
Lightning and Thunder rage deep
The rain falls to the gound and a residue builds slowly
washing away the seacastly foundation of our being
Passover the dead as they were nothing
Lean on the understanding in your wanting
Not seeing that all is yours already
The key is in your hand the answer is in your heart
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