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From Where I Come

From the clouds came my spirit
From the earth came my robe
From the stars came my vision
From the moon came my hope

Oh, Who knows what I'm saying
Who cares where I came
Who breathes all around me
Who lives everyday

When I was young and learning
When I was old and gray
When I was sick and dying
And soon would pass away

A hand was reached out to me
A heart with Love o'true
A Voice that I keep hearing
Our Maker Cares For You

From the clouds came my spirit
From the earth came my robe
From the stars came my vision
From the moon came my hope

Oh, Who knows what I'm saying
Who cares where I came
Who breathes all around me
Who lives everyday

© David Lee Yellowmoon Rose

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