Little heart:
tell me the world that you see.
I know the night hides
the colors of the flowers –
but they are still there.
God’s love is like a cat’s silent meow:
His lips are forming the words “I love you,”
even if closed eyes may never know.
tell me the world that you see.
I know the night hides
the colors of the flowers –
but they are still there.
God’s love is like a cat’s silent meow:
His lips are forming the words “I love you,”
even if closed eyes may never know.