Matana Roberts Benediction
. . . Talks with me
And he tells me
I am his own
And the joy we share
As we tarry there
No other has ever known
And he walks with me
And he talks with me
And he tells me I am his own
And the joy we share
As we tarry there
No other has ever known
And he walks with me
And he talks with me
And he tells me I am his own
And the joy we share
As we tarry there
No other has ever known
And he walks with me
And he talks with me
And he tells me I am his own
And the joy
We share
As we tarry there
No other
Has ever known
Do not weep for me