THE MAKER The morning sun, reveals his glory;
Skies of blue, tells his story;
The air we breath and all we see;
Gives us, knowledge of reality;
The thunder roars, the water falls;
Childrens laughter, the spirit calls;
The endless seas, the lands of green;
Lets us know, this is not a dream;
Thy kingdom come,is what He says;
For all of us, his blood was shed;
by PAPPAJOHN
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