Sweet Sweeps - Danielson

Winning Everything

Placing all the stakes

Embracing my mistakes

Sweeps

demanding all your time

No reason nor no rhyme

No shall not play the games

sweeping through the nations veins

Running for the prize

Confounding all the wise

Sweetly sweeping all the sound

clear a path around

and around

Sweeping up

after a good meal

my anxious mind will heal

I declare I am sweet on

my dear mare.

She sweetly stood right there.

With me on one knee.

And she swooped me off my feet.

(And I swooped him off his feet.)

this ol' chimney’s

cleaned up neatly

Home sweet Home

cannot be beat

Gather round it’s time to eat.

We’ll stand at the door and greet you.

But oh I contest!

this sweeping violence

in the streets.

Oh sweet revenge.

YOU’RE SWEETLY SWEEPING MEN!

But we’re taking our sweet time.

OUR HUNGRY SOULS TASTING SWEET

SWEEPS AND CELEBRATE THE FEAST OF

THE WEEKS WITH THE FIRST-FRUITS

OF HARVEST WHEATS AND BRAND NEW

BROOMS WE ARE COMPLETE IN HIM!!!

the sweet psalmist David

is playing the harp

the harp for the Lord

crowns are falling

falling for you

the prize came through.