He lays me down in his garden growing bed…He weaves a crown twigs & feathers for my head…He sings the fields awake and folds me in the Love that makes me whole…gentle solider of my soul…Amen
He lays me down
in his garden growing bed
He weaves a crown
twigs and feathers
for my head
He sings the fields awake
and folds me in
the Love that makes me whole
gentle solider of my soul
Amen
MichelleMarie
