She's drawing mushrooms
And thinking about the world
I'm writing poems
And thinking about the world
I'm writing poems
God hears all my thoughts
I wonder if they are strange.
Are they off kilter?
I wonder if they are strange.
Are they off kilter?
God knows the future
No surprises are waiting.
He waits to show us.
Every problem
Is old news to the God who
Already beyond.
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