In church the book calls
How did you find me
And do you believe
Her neighbor says
I bet he found you
Through me
I believe
In Beauty, do you, too
Yes, take me, take me
Home says this book
With the light of sunshine
I know I am
This
A simple gift
See the butterfly
And in the second Chapter
We read, no not yet, please, let me
Finish
Did I ever tell you
I was raised
Not from the dead
But from the living word
Wrapped in ancient stories
When all I want is to go home
Angels I hear
Come to protect me
I am being held
Lifted off the shelf
Where I have waited
Patiently for you
Or you or you
Take me with you home
Read my story
Once upon a time
No it does not start
Quite like this
Listen
I hear them singing
Do you hear singing
See under this book
A Garden for Rose
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