I'm jus' chippin' away
At all the stuff
That ain't Voice
Gettin' dusty an' messy
Gettin' hungry an' tired
Gettin' sassy an' whiny
Truth be told
BUT
When I see Gold Dust
And Rivers of Love Flow
Once We've-a hit
The Mother Lode
I jus' stop in my tracks
Put down all my Tools
Fall on my knees
And cry in gratitude
For the grace to be so bold
In a world that'd often rather
Cover
Us
Up
Than let Us, All Shiny,
Be: Treasures TOLD.
THIS is Life. THIS is Love. THIS is From the Heart Singing.
