Trickle Down
Trickle down onto these burdened shoulders
the life and the light of love fulfilled
tenderly kiss these dry parched lips
that speak of stories old and marvelous wonders
Trickle down onto me with your all-giving grace
and save me from the things in that darkest place
I hear and I see
but I can only be
a man whose soul is tired and worn
Trickle down o' great and beautiful
your mercy so bright and bounding
I am yours greatest spirits of Time and Art
I stand so proud and true
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