God’s love abides
In forest green,
Where sparrows sing and flutter,
Praising their Maker so it seems.
Doxologies they offer.
Their altar shines
Away out here.
Christ Himself has adorned it.
Nightingales soaring in the air,
And thanking Him who formed it.
To sing with them
My heart longs so,
Hymns of praise and thanksgiving.
Grant this, O Master, for I go.
From sins my soul is aching.
Life simply lived
Has great rewards.
Ask any bird; he’ll tell you.
"Nothing is mine, but is the Lord’s.
Open your hearts; He’ll fill you."
Mountains and plains, all clouds above
Oceans and rivers flowing.
All created out of His love
To help us as we're growing.
To help us as we're growing.
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