The gentle brush of GOD'S hand.
Makes all the things that are of land.
Tell me one more time of the glory of GOD.
Play up the sand hill, oh so high.
Roll, tumble, it is all before your eye's.
GOD, plays in the merry song of life.
Sing unto us, like a choir in time.
The taste of one reborn, with a silver spoon.
1998 POEWHIT
JESUS SAVES
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