He Made The World
He made the world, Slowly painted the sky, And yet so many don’t uplift his praises He made the flowers, made the trees With one finger caressed the waters, And yet so many don’t pray upon his name, He made the beauty of the stars, He created the soft glow of the moon, And yet so many don’t feel his holy spirit, He made the world, Shaped us in his very essence, And yet so many will never have the joy of reaching heaven Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 01:48 AM PST 0 • 13
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