Amazing grace, how sweet the Earth that bore a witch like me! I once was burned, now I survive, was hung and now I sing. T'was grace that drew down the moon and grace that raised the seas. The magic in the people's will will set our Mother free.We face the East and breathe the winds that move across this earth. From gentle breeze to hurricane our breath will bring forth the change.Turn towards the South and feel the fire that burns in you and me.…
ContinueAdded by Gaia's Sacred Circle Coven on September 26, 2010 at 11:00am — 1 Comment
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