No longer crying but singing
SING FOR LISA Amid the flowers in the field, No longer thorns and thistles yield, Across the miles, my loving child, Sing for Lisa. Mother of love, so dutiful Embracing all that’s beautiful; A brand new world an amazing girl, Sing for Lisa. Merging from the jagged rocks. Freedom from the morbid locks. Our blessed Savior I Am, the gracious blood of the Lamb Sing for Lisa.
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