Lord
Grant me will
To turn the tide
Grant me wisdom
To hold the winds
Grant me tears
To rinse the sea
Grant me eyes
To hear the thunder
Grant me love
To cradle the waves
And gently let them go.
Monday, June 23, 2008
After a busy day when confronting admin
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3 comments:
eyes to here thunder?
Yeh.
An intentional mixing of senses. Seemed to be right.
oh right.. i like it.
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