More
The soul says more,
more love, more joy, more peace,
more rest, more...
This is the soul's song
the evidence of eternity
imprinted in our being;
in our hearts, our minds, our bodies.
She died.
Her suffering is over.
How my soul still sings
trapped now in mortality.
Her soul's singing is over
let the Hallelujah's begin.
The soul says more,
more love, more joy, more peace,
more rest, more...
This is the soul's song
the evidence of eternity
imprinted in our being;
in our hearts, our minds, our bodies.
She died.
Her suffering is over.
How my soul still sings
trapped now in mortality.
Her soul's singing is over
let the Hallelujah's begin.