| A tender blade of grass so green
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| Crushed in the footprint of the Nazarene
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| Sprang back and waved a message to a bird on the wing
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| That’s Him
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| In a mighty old river in the noonday sun
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| An outcast kept crying, «I tell you He’s the One»
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| A voice out of Heaven said, «I'm pleased with My Son»
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| That’s Him
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| That’s Him, He’s Sharon’s rose
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| That’s Him, our Morning Star that glows
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| He’s Alpha, Omega, the beginning and the end
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| That’s Him
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| Angry waves splashing everywhere
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| He’s asleep in the boat, does He even care?
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| We’re all so afraid, He just keeps lying there
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| That’s Him
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| Then He raised His hands above His head
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| Said, «Peace, be still» and the water fled
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| A wave tapped the wind on the shoulder and said, «Shh, that’s Him»
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| That’s Him, that’s Him
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| There’ll be two at work in a field one day
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| One will be left, the other called away
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| One falls to his knees, «It's too late» he’ll say
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| 'Cause that’s Him
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| With one foot on the sea and one on the shore
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| Declaring the time, it will never be anymore
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| The trumpet will shout like never before |
| That’s Him
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| That’s Him, He’s Sharon’s rose, that’s Him
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| Our Morning Star that glows
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| He’s Alpha, Omega, beginning and the end
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| That’s Him
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| He’s Alpha, Omega, the beginning and the end
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| That’s Him, that’s Him |