It’s delicate,
the egg and womb,
the egg and nest,
the egg and the world.
I’m walking on Spring’s soft ground,
a long thought, winding through broken light,
sweeping over blue sky,
living in God’s big love.
It’s delicate,
the egg and womb,
the egg and nest,
the egg and the world.
I’m walking on Spring’s soft ground,
a long thought, winding through broken light,
sweeping over blue sky,
living in God’s big love.