| The prairie sun sends down its ray
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| To warm my heart through every day
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| The starlight beam that guides my way
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| Is just the touch of God’s hand
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| The scattered pearls of morning dew
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| The rainbow mist on hills of blue
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| The silver veil of moonbeans too
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| Is just the touch of God’s hand
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| The desert breeze that brushed my hair
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| The leaf that fell from who knows where
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| The scent of wildflowers in the air
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| Is just the touch of God’s hand
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| The wasteland fall that fills the sky
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| The hum of wild wings sailing by
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| The warm earth bed on which I lie
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| Is just the touch of God’s hand
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| The desert yields a water pool
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| Where wild things meet their thirst to cool
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| And I’m a carefree happy fool
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| I know the touch of God’s hand
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| The rain that falls I love so dear
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| And joy is mine just living here
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| I know he must be standing near
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| I felt the touch of God’s hand |