Small Hours
Unfettered by the fear of God
Never anxious love will not be there
At home on every inch of sod
She sees belonging everywhere
She's never learned to hate herself
She doesn't worry she's too much to bear
She doesn't think that she is hard to love
She sees her glory everywhere
The wilds of her imagining
Close and still and lingering
Beauty in her small hours
Beauty in her small hours
She lights up when she hears her name
She moves her body like a prayer
She Naked, free and unashamed
Her innocence is all She wears
The wilds of her imagining
Close and still and lingering
Beauty in her small hours
Beauty in her small hours
She keeps her vigil when darkness falls
Her needs are simple and her hours are small
She understands that everything belongs
Her promised land is the ground she's walking on
Your promised land is the ground you're walking on
The ground you're walking on
Beauty in our small hours
Beauty in our small hours
Beauty in our small hours
Beauty in our small hours
