Let’s go walking on the water, supernatural hydroplaning as the seasons change, God comes massaging our hearts with his hand, He’s been waiting patiently, to rearrange everything.
More and more leaves, yielding green to yellow and blood red, bird formations in a magic compass shift, from north to south, higher thoughts are swelling wave-like in our heads… as we observe.
Divine hands, extending a soft bed of Holy fingers, massaging away all of our ancient born sorrows, soothing all with eternal hopes and dreams, I AM… will Design all of your tomorrows, everlasting.
Wisdom stands waiting, calmly over all of earth’s waters, signaling never ending plans for man, no longer imprisoned in an hour glass, our future is not falling as limited sand.
We never again don the garments of fear, Angels were doing more than playing harp’s it’s clear, leave your flesh, blood and bone behind, come walk on the water, as your hand reaches mine…. let’s go home.