Lui Collins, November 2, 1989
Lonely little child
Come to my breast
Milk of kindness
Feed your emptiness.
Rocking tenderly
Smooth your troubled brow
Breathe peace
Into your wounded heart.Grown up far too soon
Free the playful child
Fill the sad cold silences
With joyous sound.
Nourish with color
The bruised and aching heart
Mind at peace, the child breaks free
To dance for joy.Wild bird in captivity
Sing to me.
Creativity
Now soars free.
Earth beneath your feet
Drink in the air
God in thee
Majesty
Holy be.God in thee
Majesty
Holy be.
©1989 Molly Gamblin Music (BMI)