Some Things Never Die
As angels sing and doves fly
So beautiful across the sky
I realize that it’s no lie
Not all that’s born is born to die
I speak of the spirit inside flesh
We are all bound to a physical death
When love is born it starts to grow
Into the most beautiful thing I know
There is a thing I hope you all can see
Love takes on its own entity
It is its own form of life
It binds together husband and wife
Spreads graciously to the kids
The cup of love has no lid
These words I speak are words of truth
Inside love is the fountain of youth
We will die and be free of our sin
Through the power of love we live again
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