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Hail the gust of wind, fresh and new,
Buoying up the birds fluttering crew,
Painting the canvas of sky so high with streaks of rainbow dye,
The Almighty is beyond what meets the eye.
Behold beneath where sunbeams pour,
Every oak was cradled as an acorn before,
Let grit of the root uplift stem from the earth,
For flowers to bloom in bliss and mirth.
From ground up to the heavens, ever nigh,
The Almighty is beyond what meets the eye.
Chasing the horizon amidst earth and sky
Mortals drift to seek their why,
Awaken my soul, let the shackles untie,
Empower me to transcend limits of I.
Grant Your refuge in my earnest tries,
The Almighty is beyond what meets the eye. |
