Even while you sleep among the campfires,
the wings of my dove are sheathed with silver,
its feathers with shining gold...
~ Psalm 68
the wings of my dove are sheathed with silver,
its feathers with shining gold...
~ Psalm 68
Water Spirit feelin' springin' round my head
Makes me feel glad that I'm not dead
Just A Song ~ Jim Pepper
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