Think of Me

01 Jun 1997

I’m locked in a jungle of concrete and steel.
I see only the sky slashed apart by the bars.
Two bees buzz around my head and remind
Me of meadows and grasses and flowers

Walk bare-foot in the grass and think of me
Feel the breeze in your hair
Gaze at the deep blue sky and think of me
I will be there

God is so great and God is so good
He made all things with His mighty hand
He made grasses he made flowers
And he made you too

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