Moving, running, walking, fall.....This is the story for one and all...
We stand, we sit, we think, and pray....
We move, we mingle, we wait and stay....
The movement in all....the motion we seek...'
under the clouds, over the peak...sky....
Sanitary UN-molded clay we become, to be shaped and be used
we find ourselves UN-lost and amongst his own...
smiles we give....smiles we take....
For his sake we all become one with reason, the bride, white and pure....
On winds of change, a bringing of wealth inside...to this end we begin to mark this land as a place of sound truth....to the ears of many this word brings life to the lifeless....
All good things......
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