How can hearts not sing of your praises?
How can melodies not speak your name?
After the waste of life has washed over us,
Only you remain
How could life not conquer death?
How could God be in our minds?
I feel him all around me,
I feel him at all times
Who filled the raging rivers?
Or put fish in all the sea?
The same person who made the Earth,
The same who died for me
Who made the sharpest mountain peaks?
Or the hottest desert plains?
Yet made me in my frailness,
and protected me all these days
Who made the green in bushes green?
Or built the wildest tree?
Yet on a tree he died for us,
So that we too could be free
Who breathed his life into our world?
Who knows me inside out?
He knows how,where, why, who it seems,
Yet still I have had doubt
If life were just a pile of atoms,
Strung together joint to joint,
Then life would have no meaning,
What would be the point?
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