| I guess we don’t quite understand down here
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| What makes Him do the things He does
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| Why some people go so soon
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| While some grow old
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| I’ve learned we’re just a step away
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| And tomorrow might be kind of tough
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| Nothings promised in this life
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| All you can do is believe
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| So it must have been the way the sunlight hit you
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| And shined upon your face
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| Or how the rain would find you
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| On the driest of days
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| Your smile in the morning
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| The way you’d reach for the sky
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| How you danced in the breeze
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| As people walked by
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| So it must be true
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| What I once heard
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| God picks His favorite flowers first
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| I bet He put you in his window sill
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| Looking out over this big old world
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| And I know Heaven sure does love
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| Having you around
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| In His eyes we’re all the same
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| But I just gotta think when He saw you
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| And how perfect and pretty you were
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| He just couldn’t wait
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| Yeah it must have been the way the sunlight hit you
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| And shined upon your face
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| Or how the rain would find you
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| On the driest of days
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| Your smile in the morning
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| The way you’d reach for the sky
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| How you danced in the breeze
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| As people walked by
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| So it must be true
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| What I once heard
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| God picks His favorite flowers first
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| Yeah it must be true
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| What I once heard
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| God picks His favorite
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| God picks His favorite
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| Flowers first |