My Sight

Thoughts of cloth that lay on stone I am watching a cross that bled alone to be the only valley of trust and hope we know we envision that place then watch it flow through us Your words Are my sight Trails we walk then see them glow Thoughts of cloth that lay on stone I am watching a cross that bled alone to be the only valley of trust and hope we know we envision that place then watch it flow through us Your words Are my sight Trails we walk then see them glow