in the streets of upper east...
at 12 AM.
without at care.
with skip and jump,
I feel love fill the air;
in my throat a lump-
God is with me as I am aware-
of His presence.
I want to love Him in song and truth...
So, I begin to dance.
Just like that.
In the streets
of lights-
In the quiet bustle -
full of musical beats.
at 12 AM.
without at care.
with skip and jump,
I feel love fill the air;
in my throat a lump-
God is with me as I am aware-
of His presence.
I want to love Him in song and truth...
So, I begin to dance.
Just like that.
In the streets
of lights-
In the quiet bustle -
full of musical beats.
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