Words
Words, the words that flow from the rivers gate
Down deep in my soul
Flushing my bodies clean,
Cleaning up so my beauty can be seen.
Finding ways to scrap away the past
Giving comfort to a weary last
Seeing me through to a brighter day
Lord my God teaching me how to pray.
Words, the words that flow from the rivers gate
Way down deep into my soul
Flushing my body clean making my soul free
Free to express free to heal free to let all that I am be revealed.
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