Thursday, May 6, 2021

The Breeze


No where I want to be

Then sitting with you under this breeze

Dew I smell so crisp 

The wind caressing my face so gently 

There is no where I’d rather be

Then right here with you King 

Holy Spirit you are beautiful 

You are all I crave 

I will worship and serve your crown 

All of my days 

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