Your life within God's arms, Your dance within God's arms, Is already Perfect!
Thou learnest no secret until thou knowest friendship, since to the unsound no heavenly knowledge enters.
Time is a factory where everyone slaves away earning enough love to break their own chains.
You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel.
Do not surrender your grief so quickly Let it cut more deeply Let it ferment and season you As few human or divine ingredients can Something is missing in my heart tonight That has made my eyes so soft And my voice so tender And my need of God so absolutely clear.
Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.