the air is thick with gold and I breathe deeply coat my lungs in glory hear my name, speak His and every step is solid ground and wholly Holy the light has spoken— I must go and do what I must go and do one glance behind still the grove’s aglow and all the world spells hope
aglow
the air is thick with gold and I breathe deeply coat my lungs in glory hear my name, speak His and every step is solid ground and wholly Holy the light has spoken— I must go and do what I must go and do one glance behind still the grove’s aglow and all the world spells hope