She grows among the thorns and thistles
Searching for the clues in life
That lead her to the promised land
Of milk and honey not shifting sand
I watch her as she finds her way
She inspires me every day
Baby girl in this world of thorns and thistles
You inspire me and my love is lifted higher
She grows among the thorns and thistles
When I dream
I dream of You
I take me where
I’ve never been
Far beyond the
Furthest star
And…
When I dream
I dream of You
One sweet wish
As I close my eyes
Is to live this life
In great surprise
For the mysteries
I don’t understand
I land right here
with You
Cause
When I dream
I dream of You
A sweet friend said yesterday they missed my art and my presence here on WP. After all that is going on with BB and still continues to be one trail after another…this pain in my back is unbelievable. Who knew a broken vertebrae could hurt so much? I have been looking for my art, asking myself where it went. I seem to not have all my fluffy stuff and all my happy stuff to offer. So I offer today whatever come out of this pain. It’s hard to watch someone you love suffer and be totally powerless. I’m used to running to rescue BB when she needs me but this stupid back injury keeps me laying down. I never worked so hard at resting in all my life. How silly is that statement?
I love it when…You see right through me
Just turn around and I’m almost there
Dancing on rainbows without a care
Because you see right through me
Straight to the heart of where You belong
There isn’t a song for this one
But I’ll hum the tune
I hope you’re listening
I love it when…You see right through me
Grace takes Love
Grace gives Love
Grace takes
so many shapes
Who can know
Is this Grace?
You and I
Oh, yes I think so!
Thank you Grace
Sweet Grace
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