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If You made me like the grass that is green |
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Growing tall; covering the hills above me |
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Maybe I would pray for sunshine and a little rain |
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To fall now and then to make me lovely |
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I could be a place where sheep could graze |
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Or barefoot feet could play |
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And I would grow and grow and hope You'd bend down low |
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To hear me sing my offering |
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Open up the heavens, open up the skies |
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All of Your creation wants to testify |
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I have a song so let the earth sing along |
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'Cause I just want to praise You |
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If You made me to be a cloud in the sky |
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Found the perfect place way up high where I could hover |
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Maybe I would pray for skies that were blue |
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Or a sunset or two to show Your colors |
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Or maybe I might be |
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A mountain strong and steep |
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But I would try and stand as tall as I can |
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And I would sing my offering |
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Open up the heavens, open up the skies |
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All of Your creation wants to testify |
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I have a song so let the earth sing along |
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'Cause I just want to praise You |
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And the sun every morning can not wait to shine |
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And the stars every evening are all standing by to light the sky |
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Give the rocks and the stones voices of their own |
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If we forget to sing praises to our King |
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So open up the heavens, open up the skies |
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All of Your creation wants to testify |
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Hallelujah |
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We just want to praise you |
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We just want to praise you |
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Hallelujah |
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Hallelujah |
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Lift up your voice and with us sing |
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Hallelujah |
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Hallelujah |
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I have a song so let the earth sing along |
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'Cause I just want to praise You |
