An evening which turned from work to prayer,
from prayer to revelation,
from revelation to shared understanding,
from understanding to knowing,
from knowing to scheming,
scheming and planning,
and laughter, and thanksgiving,
with a good meal and fazer blue,
and glögi and friends,
family gathered around
a dinner table and God.
Celebrating what is and what is to come.
Cycling home, in light snow fall.
You paint my world beautiful.
//Fire haunts us holds us now
Bright eyes still hides us, takes us now
Still spins us wild
Sweet voice calls us
When black face chase us
Come to me, hide in me
Run into this
Storms fear us here
They take us now
Under your wings I'll hide//
(immanu el)
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