I hold my heart gently;
your heart too.
Waiting for healing.
Slowly breathing in
the calmness of the trees.
And the cracks are gaps
through which grace can enter
as I open myself to the spirit
which passes all understanding
I hold my heart gently;
your heart too.
Waiting for healing.
Slowly breathing in
the calmness of the trees.
And the cracks are gaps
through which grace can enter
as I open myself to the spirit
which passes all understanding