A child's eye peeks through the holes within heaven's gates and yonder there's light.
From 9 to 7 in the clouds I heard them speaking.
At birth angels played throughout my life grace they gave Soft are their whispers
Church is the home of angels, hearts are their resting place. Nathaniel
From 9 to 7 in the clouds I heard them speaking.
At birth angels played
throughout my life grace they gave
Soft are their whispers
Church is the home of angels, hearts are their resting place.
Nathaniel