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In Memory of Grace

Coming True
©2011 Gibbens/Weston


You let the music in you grow,
From you to me you let it go.
You feel it flow from me to you
That something real is coming through,
That something real is coming true
Like you hoped to see it do,
Like an old song growing new.

A rubber ball taught you to fall,
A rising tide taught you to rise,
Willow boughs taught you to bow,
And blades of grass taught you to stand.
From mighty oaks come small acorns,
Roses from a bush of thorns.
You heard how sweetness came from strength
And life one day will conquer death.

You let the music in you grow,
From you to me you let it go.
You feel it flow from me to you
That something real is coming through,
That something real is coming true
Like you hoped to see it do,
Like an old song growing new.

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