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Church Not Made With Hands
bye bye shadowlands the term is over and all the holidays have begun now she walks on fresh fields when its dark and evening falls her tracks are on the land she moves among men she is everywhere and noplace as a prize but she is in the shadows ocean and the sand they would seek to have her she is everywhere and noplace her church not made with hands not contained by man she dancing high as clouds faster than the arrow straight as any crow that flies across great seas she travels she is everywhere and noplace her church not made with hands up through rising lands isn't that a pretty sun setting in a pretty sky? will we stay and watch it darken the church not made with hands not contained by man unmade that precious place by man |
