Her
God made her,
And broke the shine,
When kissed of blond,
He cried she’s mine,
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But set the free,
Said please, oh please,
Remember me,
To laugh and cry,
To fall and break,
To stand and try,
And at her side,
He’s never strayed,
He’s never lied,
And from above,
He watches on,
With so much love.
Poem:
(Red)
Once I heard,
A precious gem,
To look at life,
And worship him,
You spy the red,
Or see that white,
And drop a knee,
To thank the sight,
All beauty black,
Or touch of blue,
It’s in his color,
We see his true,
Strung up on brown,
Or rising grey,
A song of praise,
This hymn we pray,
Of all he’s made,
Such soft and fair,
The world paints on,
Because he’s there.
Poem:
(Red)
Once I heard,
A precious gem,
To look at life,
And worship him,
#######
You spy the red,
Or see that white,
And drop a knee,
To thank the sight,
#######
All beauty black,
Or touch of blue,
It’s in his color,
We see his true,
#######
Strung up on brown,
Or rising grey,
A song of praise,
This hymn we pray,
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Of all he’s made,
Such soft and fair,
The world paints on,
Because he’s there.