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the earth sings
Sweet is the taste of the morning,
as I sit in the comfort of my house.
The rain has come and gone,
The flowers now dripping with relief...

The Earth now washed with mercy,
Fed from Heaven above.
God watching over His creation,
sweet fountains of drink He leaves.

Hope now seen in the joyous land.
'drink again' the land calls out to Him.
Full again, the flowers and birds sip.
The goodness poured, from His
gentle hands...

Sweet is the taste of the morning,
when God shows his wonderful face,
Rain drops stray'd from heaven
the earth begins to sing...

By girlsisy

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