White sparrow flys from the Heavens
Riding with tidings of blessings
Sent by God to brighten our day
And fix our mind-heart on the way
It flys with strength from high above
Searching for us to bless; a dove
It's sent not to me, you or one
But diretcted to all or none
It saw not the tie that bind us
But self perfectionists in their cars
Sad, it flew swiftly like Raven
To stand on God's arms in Heaven
Let us kill all our differences
Our lust, desires and preferences
Let's be bound by love once again
For the Lord on us blessings rain
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