The gong sounds
When beaten.
The bell tolls,
Reminded of its tethers.
The humble earthen jar,
Gently spun of clay,
A breeze,
The breath of God,
When it comes out
To play.
The gong sounds
When beaten.
The bell tolls,
Reminded of its tethers.
The humble earthen jar,
Gently spun of clay,
A breeze,
The breath of God,
When it comes out
To play.