thy
heart
like
the
sacred butterfly
is
transformed
through
the
light of God
yes
he
will provide
yes
he w

just
before
the
wicked storm breaks
while
young birds
clinging
with
all their might
to
the
strong stiff branches
of
the
sycamore tree
yes
we
are
the
stiff branches
that
bend and sway
but
we do not break
and
here
to
shelter thee

sweet death
be
not afraid
to
dance
upon
thy sweet grave
while
the
devil
who plays
a mean red fiddle
kindle the fire with flame
shall
dance
upon
thy sweet grave

oh lord
every break of dawn
i
shall
see
the
sunrise
in
her jasmine green eyes
and
all
the
light
have not gone
through
her
sweet smile
lord
restoreth me again
every break of dawn

when
worlds collide
like
billiards ***** provide
red blue and green
outside
with
flashes of light
inside
the
soap bubbles
collide
thus
creating
a kaleidoscope
with
another
world inside

oh lord there are so many
mountains for me to climb
if i still cry inside the line
yet I’ve turned over
every stone in my mind
yet some things are hard to find
we shall never know this time
when there are circles in my mind
yes the world is sublime
but if I still cry inside the line
oh lord when will I know
where there is to find
and maybe
the heart will sing next time
if i still cry inside the line

crying
is
the
sweet blue rain
that
cleanse the heart
from
the
spirit of God
while
the
rain flows through the heart