For The Lord Is Always Near
In a village small and bright, Lived a pigeon, pure delight. Rock was cheerful, full of glee, Spreading joy for
In a village small and bright, Lived a pigeon, pure delight. Rock was cheerful, full of glee, Spreading joy for
Once upon a time, In a village so fine, Lived a pigeon named Little Grace, With a soft, gentle face.
Gracie the Pigeon, so bold and bright, Lived in a city, a beautiful sight. She loved to fly, explore every
Under the bright spotlight, Rock the Pigeon takes flight. Proudly behind his drums, Joyful energy hums. With a focused gaze,
In a city so bright, Mic the Pigeon takes flight. In his car, oh so fine, Feathers ruffled, he’ll shine.
In shadows deep, I cry, “You are my God,” I sigh. My times are in Your hand, In chaos, I
In a lively city, Where the food smells gritty, Pebbles struts on high, With a gleam in her eye, Belting
Perched high on a branch, Tambourine the Pigeon takes a stance. With feathers bright and bold, In colors green and
Stand strong in the Lord, His strength is our sword. For battles unseen, In shadows they glean. Not flesh that
As the sun sank low, Golden hues did glow. Rock the Pigeon stood, In his rooftop hood. With a mic