Who paints the sky before thy,
Beyond my grateful me.
The joy of imagination creating and living lovingly in thee.
To my God above below inside outside all thoughts in word.
My cue de tah for you this day.
For you I breathe, for you I think.
For you I plant this here before you,
For you when your time to account for me.
Who paints the sky before thy,
Beyond the reach of grateful I?
Imagination pushing the breeze,
Living, loving, flowingly we.
To my God—to spark, the pulse, the light,
Above, below, beyond all sight.
Inside, outside, every word,
A present thought the heavens heard.
My cue de tah, my love you say,
For you, I breathe, for you, I be.
For you, I plant these seeds in time,
For you to find to be proud of you.
Me.
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