| In the garden of our Savior no flower grows unseen
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| His kindness rains like water on every humble seed
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| No simple act of mercy escapes His watchful eye
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| For there is One who sees me
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| His hand is over mine
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| In the kingdom of the heavens no suffering is unknown
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| Each tear that falls is holy, each breaking heart a throne
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| There is a song of beauty in every weeping eye
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| For there is One who knows me
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| His heart, it breaks with mine
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| O the deeds forgotten, O the works unseen
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| Every drink of water flowing graciously
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| Every tender mercy You’re making glorious
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| This You have asked of us:
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| Do little things with great love
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| Little things with great love
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| At the table of our Savior, no mouth will go unfed
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| And His children in the shadows stream in and raise their heads
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| O give us ears to hear them, and give us eyes that see
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| For there is One who loves them. |
| I am His hands and feet |