Like a new moon rising,
The Gospel comes to us like Spring,
Always fresh, ever new.
We can break out of the Gulag,
Keeping us chained to our material world,
Just by letting go.
And reading,
Smelling,
Swallowing,
The Word.
Like a new moon rising,
The Gospel comes to us like Spring,
Always fresh, ever new.
We can break out of the Gulag,
Keeping us chained to our material world,
Just by letting go.
And reading,
Smelling,
Swallowing,
The Word.
