| I hear people putting God down
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| Saying that when they look around
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| All they see are the bad things heading their way
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| We’ll I’ll admit that watching the news
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| Can sure give a person a case of the blues
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| But it’s all in where you look for him each day
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| 'Cause I see him in the seeds I grow
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| I hear him in the rooster’s crow
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| I feel him when my husband’s hand is in mine
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| I taste him in the meals I make
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| I smell him in the bread I bake
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| When I look around I don’t have to wonder where he’ll be
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| I see him in you
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| And I hope you see him in me
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| There was a time when hard as I looked
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| In the pews of the church or the words of the book
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| I couldn’t find him
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| I didn’t know where to start
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| But then one morning I realized
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| He’s been right there in front of my eyes
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| But I couldn’t see him until I looked with my heart
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| Now I see him in the seeds I grow
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| I hear him in the rooster’s crow
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| I feel him when my children’s hands are in mine
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| I taste him in the meals I make
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| I smell him in the bread I bake
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| When I look around I don’t have to wonder where he’ll be
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| I see him in you
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| And I hope you see him in me |