When Someone Mentions The Gracefulness Of The

Joy Lives Concealed In Grief.

I’ve Been Looking For A Long, Long Time, For This Thing Called Love, I’ve Ridden Comets Across The Sky, And I’ve Looked Below And Above. Then One Day I Looked Inside Myself, And This Is What I Found, A Golden Sun Residing There, Beaming Forth God’s Light And Sound.

Bitter Your Acts, Bitter Am I, Kindness Your Deeds, Kindness Am I, Pleasant And Gentle, So You Are, Fine Honeyed Lips And Sweet Talker.

And Even If This World Burns Up Hidden Harps Will Still Play Here.

When The Light Returns To Its Source, It Takes Nothing Of What It Has Illuminated.