Death, Be Not Proud EP
Rivers and stones and the trees of the field, they sing in the night And a thousand tongues lay deep in your lungs to raise to the sky Don't lie to yourself, o my soul—love your God. Deep in your heart you feather and tar your folly and fear Expose them for the fools they are, and the world comes clear. Don't lie to yourself, o my soul—love your God. Your worries will never love you They'll leave you all alone But your God will not forsake you O my soul.
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