The scattered pieces of your past
Build it out over the chasm
To the promised land at last
Start a bridge with what's behind you
And God picks up where you've begun
Cause where you look is where love finds you
God knows your native tongue
-"Native Tongue"
Probably once a month or so, I remember this line, "God knows your native tongue," and smile. and then I listen to this song over and over. My spirituality became incommunicable years ago, but God knows what I'm talking about. She knows what everyone is talking about, she sees our histories and totally gets it, and we don't have to say a thing, and that thought is a warm blanket around my heart. David Wilcox makes me sappy.
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