Each breath brings me much closer to Thee
Divine essence of my spirit...

I know you think I am full of poop
Evolved from primordial soup...

I have this feeling from deep within
What is to come has already been...

We dream of sunshine peacefully in our own way
Light in the night soothes the darkness of the day...

Oh when we argue with the unkind
Tis easy to see the void of their mind...

Far from the denial and pretending
Critical remarks are condescending...

Stop to give this some thought!
What is created? What is not...

Oh God has sworn grace to the flower
Grace falls upon her like a shower...

Message to the slow of Mind
Message to the slow of mind...

A spiritual Pollyanna
Is singing old Susanna...

In the eye of the beholder
On the ears of those listening...

Ever tried to weigh your thought
Of what is right, or what is not...