E Minor
DUST OUT OF SAND


I will walk across this land making dust out of sand
I will sing out your praise and I'll live out your name

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When I leave make me a tree and I'll reach underneath
I will brush upon your hair while your making wreaths out of leaves

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You will sit upon my lap you will sing and you will laugh
I will take that little hand and I'll walk across this land

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I will stand up for my right I will curse and I will fight
For I am free as can be it's a choice I hope you'll see
I will walk across this land making dust out of sand


© Elizabeth Minor