Praise God from whom all blessings flow
Praise Him for another morning, still, with sparkle-white grass in the cold
Praise Him all creatures here below
Praise Him for the beauty and the mystery of this earth turning toward the sun again
Praise Him above ye heavenly host
Praise the Life-Breath, the One who is always near
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
The sun comes, lifting above the trees glorious and brilliant. It sends out its light, touching my face, lighting my wall.
The Son came, rising up out of the grave, glorious and brilliant...and victorious. He sends out his light, touching the world, lighting my life.
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