The heavenly economyIs of another currencyWhile dollars buy autonomyThe coinage of eternitySimilar to bills we've printedGains its worth from rarityIn..
Drops of dewUpon the grassEach morning newHis mercies glistenCalling lonelyHearts who passIf they would onlyStop to listenThey would hearThe tune of g..
I hear a whisper in my heartBut fear to listen lest I startTo hear His voice misunderstoodAnd steer myself from paths of goodIn chase of something bet..