We are listening to the seas, here we are bound.
There we go down the glow, the river it's so green. Can't you sea the place we be if only we could bee. Dream my beloved family.
Dream with me to sea. I am there to compare, the royal boils that flee, only to find their hearts in need.
And my delight is finding fright, because their lies (untruth rather than; lie down in green pastures) have no worth.
Instead my heart is, gravitating towards those who are deer (the road to life, those who clear, make magical space).
Journey my brother (rainbow colors of the Oneness clan).
Sea (vision with a heart) the sails blow in the wind.
I have a gate to delineate (a picture), the waves of the breeze.
Gifting to heaven, is always where my heart lives.
I can find the distant shore, when we are living kind.
There is a standing rainbow, where jewels live in thee, and all one must do is shine upon it's tools (of rainbow colors), to know how grand and divine.
White Buffalo Calf Woman begins to Sing:
Heaven come into me. H
eaven come into me.
Heaven feel the rising breeze, heaven come into me. L
ook out over this view.
I want to be it sacred and true. P
aradise lives only twice, within and out in a view.
Let me see shining through.
Let me sea a sacred true.
There is glory in all that we see, when God comes home to me.
Let it be. Let me see.
Holiness David Running Eagle: I am still playing the drum (buffalo drum)
Southern Season Song of Heaven: me 2 (drumming the deer drum)
There is a song for all to get along.
There is a place for me to give my grace.
I know it's true, it's me and you, if you and me could see/sea it through.
I want to be heaven in you.
I want to be heaven in thee.
I want to be heaven in me.
I want heaven come into me.
Feel the breeze coming in.
Feel the heart even sin.
But it's gold, when we purify.
It's the heart of knowing why.
I want to feel glory come over me.
I want to feel the soul of a shining sea.
And if I could be a wonderful breeze, then we could be glory you and me.
come and feel the saint in my heart.
Feel the breeze we never are apart.
Witness thine, it's in my heart of mine.
And we could be forever inside of thee.
Don't feel so good this very day, you and me.
I wonder how do I have a sacred breeze ♪♫•*¨*•.¸¸
There are days when we are living free.There are days when God has a hold of me.
But we are singing God's praise to know all the days.I'm living for glory for those with a story.
And sinners who need me to sneeze, cross over and feel the leaves (relatives in the clouds, come down and pour down our hearts).
(Space of Heaven)
Magic is a clown (healing laughter) going round and round.
It's a heart that astounds.
And if we want glory, if we want to know love, then all we must do is give it up (bow down).
All we must do is give our hearts up (have humility).
Sing glory, sing glory every day.
White Buffalo Calf Woman Sings, Holiness David Running Eagle Buffalo Drum and Southern Season Deer Drum, for the Heart of Southern Season our Song of Heaven.
Pray With Elders around the World
She Bellows Forth Wisdom, to cherish the Seasons, to bring love to life even in strife. The welcome of a heart within all life. Her name is Southern Season (Heavenly Mission) the grace with a meaning. Give here latitude with magnitude and you'll sea her embrace leaves you leaping for joy, open arms that hold and fill wholes. Welcome to our Song of Heaven (Earthly, tools of Rainbow Colors)