I feel so brand new.
I feel so grateful that I have you.
Looking at the swatch with the X to match new.
Joyful connection correction that too.
Before I forget I've been meaning to ask you.
In the past I used to wish that I had you.
I used to dream about something deeper than
the bounds and the limitations of all that a human can do.
Let the lightning strike down
on the sand dune.
The glass new made for windows to smash through.
My podnet got saved.
That's
word to my homie.
I'm back in a major way.
Plant seeds like Bodhi.
I shoot the gift of
the message of testimony made new grace
through faith in the one and only.
I get it cause
I got it gotta keep it going on.
I feel like a freshie mow lawn.
And it's on.
I'm on a catamaran.
And I'm so oceanical.
I'm on a catamaran.
On the South Pacific so
prolific and tactical.
Standing on the sea of love.
Oh what a gift from above.
I wanna
give you this love.
Oh what a gift from above.
I feel so very at home in my sanctuary.
Fresh
air and I'm so estuary.
Let the word be heard wherever my voice carry.
Stepping out the
house I'm so fresh in my Fred Perry.
God first anything else is just secondary.
French
Terry a crispy cranberry.
The world through my 607s can get scary.
Barely fetchingly far
from the ordinary.
On the high seas where precious treasure gets buried.
Everything
is beautiful and great as I Terry.
Oceans, rivers, lakes, tributaries.
It's so peaceful
it's just me and the waves and when the
water get choppy I know I'm already saved.
I remember when I couldn't even read a compass properly.
Life been different ever since I got into cartography.
I'm on a catamaran.
And I'm so oceanical.
I'm on a catamaran.
On the South Pacific so prolific and tactical.
Standing on the sea of love.
Oh what a gift from above.
I wanna give you this love.
Oh what a gift from above.