Let Our Hands Bless the Waves
Let our hands find praise today. Let us pray for all those waves. Angels sing and hold us tight to bring in hope even our gripes. We must cry and sing our praise to heal this world and make a herd/heard. We are stronger than we think, because we are holy children in our winks.
Take my hand and I will pray with you. Take my hand and we will make it the blue. All my warriors know the sacred song, where we are learning to get along. Tell the place we need to shine how we are going to make it rise. In the heavens and on this earth, we are praying to heal all worth.
Shine it true, my love is glue. We will become the tettered (blistering suns) hues. All the songs that bring us hope. Let our arms be such a scope. Let me save my face once again. I will become humble in the winds. We are moving faster each day to bring in hope a mysterious way.
Long to help and heal this world. We are looking for the sacred herd. My hands are open to everything, because we are there to make us sing. We are there to hold the rings. We are there because we wing, to heal the children who sing.
Ring those bells. Ring out your soul. Ring out with feathers that bring you gold. Bring in happiness for every child. Bring us rewards that touch the sky. I know we are going to what we need. Just one more step. I know we bleed. Yet in this confusion, let these fallen suns bring us together as ONE.
White Buffalo Calf Woman sings for you, hoop 4 got the clues. Singing dancing for everyone. We are chosen children we are WON/ONE. Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star sends the buffalo drum a loud beat we cry to spread hope and cheer we need to help those children who still need to bleed. We are blessing every seed.
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