Retroceder

November 9, 2020

Christ Is King.txt


and so the seasons go,
gentle like web and flow;
the Sun downs the cold rises
the Sun dawns, Heaven comes.
the greenlands stretch beyond
as far as the eye can see and more.
Our wildest nightmares are gone,
in their place God's dream to be reborn-on and on.. and on.

Lord guide our return to the stars,
let us be whole.

Lisboa - Outono 2020