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
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