Warm sun aft cold rain
Time branches with sweet drops
March, when world began

Revelation sings, sons of God do their labor; Flowers of this world
even the wildflower grown on the concrete looks like a star Six outta Seven: light in humiliation
Exhaltation waits.

Days pass with His love, no presence of slave driver. Freedom reigns in grace

Lowered blinds, sun comes
Wash away my heaviness soon
Boredom is sweet fruit

After the rain's gone, see ev'rything blue and crisp
God's smile blankets us

Let all sing you praise
All black blood feuds wash away
Spirits are restored

Unto Thee