Only good things should dance in children's heads
In the dark
Jesus took his great big loom
And set it up inside my room
He weaved some dreams and tucked me in
I don't know how to end or where to begin
Tiptoed stair treads sofa sat still
Mother's love, Father's love
Window sill
But the screen is black
And night is too
Ready to climb back upstairs with you
The weaver story was so very upsetting
You know the one about
Jesus and the giant bolt
Of lightning?
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