| I see the sky and wonder why it’s blue instead of red
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| I see a tree that’s lost its leaves and wonder why it’s dead
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| And the sun that keeps us warm and fills the day with light
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| Then I marvel at the stars that twinkle through the night
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| The mountain peaks that stand so high they seem to disappear into the sky
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| And across the snow capped mountain I see the blue horizon
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| With streaks of whiter that linger there behind the jets sublime
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| Such miracles my eyes behold all part of God’s creation
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| There’s so much beauty to be seen in moments of meditation
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| I speak to God while quiet and still the questions in my mind
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| Of things that I don’t understand each myst’ry that I find
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| I find the answer quickly there for my soul’s salvation
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| When I talk to God in moments of meditation
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| I ask God why someone like I should be so richtly blessed
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| While some who speaks his name so true and hungry and distressed
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| Then his voice is silent in my meditation with him
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| Which lets me know that some things must be known only to him
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| There’s none so great as God the father the king of all kings
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| The writer of each holy word and creator of all things
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| He gave his son to offer life through Jesus Christ salvation
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| That every man might speak with him in moments of meditation |