,,moving,,

Your voice
Calling me through all the noise
Your eyes
Watching me like a beautiful sunrise

Skies get rough
Sun gets burn
Stars are falling
I’m looking up

What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing
But under my feet grass is growing
It’s time to moving
Tapping into Your miraculous thing

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