Overjoyed

B Bill Cantrell Bill Cantrell
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Oh my God Jehovah How I laud the works of your hands Creation shouts out praise Endless variety on unique marvels The morning dew, yes, spheres of life, nurses all foliage Even these have Gods fingerprints, only viewed by those with eyes of faith, based on creations perfection From the smallest grain of sand, to everything entering through the gates of the living, I see your face of love and I am humbled "Oh god, I beg you, grant your slave audience Please instruct me Everything created you have given to man You have given us your word, yes, though as regards the vast majority of mankind, It is a stench, they despising your commands as well as disguising the gift of your son in order to confuse its purpose Oh Father, your word gives hope and peace Your songs lift me above depression When wickedness is removed from the earth, please judge me that I may be included among the nations Salvation brings me to the heights of ecstasy So what more shall I say? Please holy father, in your mercy and undeserved kindness, place me in this song, that I may sing it for eternity"

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