The green of the trees,
the red of the dirt,
the speckled flower,
blowing in the breeze.
Each has a part to play,
in nature, this grand,
Each has its part to say,
Throughout and upon this land,
The land that God has given us,
Is surely to be given to,
The ones whom God has chosen,
The ones whom hitherto,
Had nothing, or little,
And did not have a "prayer,"
The ones who did not know enough,
To understand, God's care,
The ones who all had been dismissed,
And scattered, like the rain,
The ones who say "Amen," and "help,"
And all the ones whose pain,
Has caused them to begin again,
Releasing all their strife,
And asking all their pain to cease,
And asking for their life,
Their lives, which are all precious,
Their lives, which will be spared,
Will allow them to begin again,
And all because, God cared.
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