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ONE SPIRIT


O! One Spirit, we can feel you
In our souls we find your groove
In your sky of immense emotion
Swaying like the whole of oceans

O! One Spirit, with our Mother
Giving birth to all others
To our sisters and our brothers
We’ve begun to sense the truth

O! One Spirit, One and One
O! One Spirit



O! One Spirit, comfort the children
Tuck them safely in
Hold their hands away from war
Bring them stillness evermore

O! One Spirit, you hear our sorrow
Holding out for tomorrow
Opening eyes that truly see,
We’re crying out for your reprieve

O! One Spirit, One and One
O! One Spirit, One and One

O! One Spirit, in our lifetime
Allow us to cleanse your surface
Honor your wondrous purpose
Spirit, One and One

O! One Spirit, deep within
Lead us to the Promised Land
Point us in our Love’s direction
We’ll sense Peace in the lesson

O! One Spirit, One and One
O! One Spirit, One and One
O! One Spirit, One and One
O! One Spirit

O! One Spirit, we pray our rage
Relinquishes and fades away
That we might worship your mighty sway
Breathe in, breathe out

O! One Spirit, our sovereign beings
Weep and wail as we’re praying
Live, Love, Laugh’s what we’re saying
Now, no more suffering



O! One Spirit, lift your truth
That we ignorant beasts might understand you
We knew not our use, but now know what must be done
Our will’s been shaken by the beat of your drums

We will see this through
We will love and cherish you
All your breathing, Heavenly Life
Moving beneath and above the light

Release your courage and lift our wings
Bring your nature out to sing, One Spirit
Uncover our bearings, point us in the right direction
Before we slip away, never sensing we’re in Heaven


We are meant to sing your song, cherish all you freely give
Your truth unmask, unmask at last before we pass
O! One Spirit you are now
Forgive us our misguided purpose
failing your loving, merciful surface


We’re ready, One Spirit
O! One Spirit, One and One
O! One Spirit, One and One
O! One Spirit, One and One
O! One Spirit, One and One


© 2014 Mark Richard Prime


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