Confessions XV
A lonesome dove sits and waits
A pretty flower that sits in beauty
Forever it waits
Forever it sits
It shall be a living sacrifice
A talent to the wise
Lift up your weary heads
Lift up your angelic faces
Ye who are hanging their heads down low
Down in the valley
The happiness is
The lows are here
But the highs remain the same
Down in the valley
The miracles are blessings
The blessings are overflowed with compassion
Filled with so much joy
It resonates throughout the land
The wonder and mystery
The beauty of that flower
That lonesome dove sat and watched that pretty flower before making a move
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