Underneath the outer layers were progressing Like the rivers ever moving to the Sea As the Earth and all of Heaven is declaring, So are We As the Potters Wheel is turning we are molded So the chisel of the Sculptor sets us free Being fashioned in the Image once intended Endlessly No standing, no standing still No standing, no standing still As the wind is blowing, Spirit in us moving For the work that once began will reach an end And the end is really only the beginning, As we ascend No standing, no standing still No standing, no standing still As the Potters Wheel is turning we are molded So the chisel of the Sculptor sets us free Being fashioned in the Image once intended Endlessly No standing, no standing still No standing, no standing still https://youtube/watch?v=0mwf8rh9OFE
Posted on: Mon, 26 Jan 2015 02:24:50 +0000