Blackbird Has Spoken

Sweet \rains new fall, sunlit from Heaven like the first dewfall on the first grass. Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden sprung in completeness where His feet pass. Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning. Plant me in His hand and get rid of my feelings, curse me with my faults and put me into your lap, Get rid of my blemishes and make me beautiful. Praise me with psalms and hymns and songs of praise. Praise for the woman with her hands blessed AND hear my cry, you are my guide, lord of my life. The Lord has opened to me a door of mercy and gave me the grace of Your hand and light shone around me with rays of great love. Like the first dewfall on the first grass Praise for the sweet pleasures of the morning Foam in my eyes, and trembling in my knees, Like the first dewfall on the first grass Praise for the sweet pleasures of the morning Flower-strewn at dawn, I am lifted in thine arms But my soul I leave at the tomb of Thy death Praise me with songs, I live to praise, praise with psalms and hymns and songs of praise. Praise for the woman with her hands blessed Hear my cry, you are my guide, lord of my life The Lord has opened to me a door of mercy. :: 03.02.2022 ::