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Monday, March 12, 2012

One Joy Wishing Well Finds the Golden Tree

Gather in my heart, the place the perfect part. WE have to make a start, to know the perfect part.  We are children learning to run. Gather in my heart, to feel the perfect part, where hills and valleys pour out every door. There inside of me, the great disbelief, but as time moves on, I have to sing my song.  There inside of me, I know the song is free, healing every part, just to make a start.

WE are children on the rainbow arc.  We are learning to heal all parts. And my soul is reckoning to feel the bracing of the free and I need to hold you close, just inside of me.  Feel the welling heart, the place where we start. Got to feel the free, inside of totally. And with faith we will build a new exciting world. All we have to do, is bow to the true.

Gather in my heart, to feel the royal arc. We are children on the run, over waves so free. Hand in hand it's destiny, feeling like it's bound to bee, the greatest dream we ever seen, right inside of me. Hold tight majesty, we are on top of thee. Take my hands and I spin into the mighty grin.  Happy is where I soar, when I open all the doors, come and feel the hands of mine, to hold you to the grand, stand, that's where we band, together it's a song you see, right inside of me.

Take hold to the gold, the golden path to our know, the holy arc of yesterday, come on home to play.  Take hold to all we siege/seek, the land of happy harmony, the place of yesterday home to thee. Here I stand with you, upon the hill into the view, the valley of the golden path, just inside of thee. Hang on to yesterday, but flow towards tomorrows place. WE are going home you sea, just inside of thee. Take hold of your heart, know you are perfect part, grand inside of thee, the land will set you free. I will be right hear, to know you need no fear, but love will overtake, just stand with me.

Golden child of yesterday found the golden river displayed. I know it's time to heal our souls just in time to play. Just in time to play. Just in time to praise, it's on our way. Heaven knows the day/daze.

White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings and Holiness David Running Eagle Shooting Star Drums for the heart of One Joy Wishing Well, the golden child, who knows we are on our way/waves!

Rainbow Warriors of Prophecy

Sacred Song Blessings, gift all a good song, because you are perfect in all that does song. Our hearts reach into heaven, and we flood, with a sound, the music of Angels, that gift us pure sound. I want you to know, that you are part of God, the echo, that lingers till light hits the "Dawn". And we are the magic, that children who know, the heart always has pureness, like the blessed snow!