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God's Own Hands


I swam the bluest water
And played on the whitest sand
All this time I knew too well
It was made by God's own hand
I walked the deepest valleys
And climbed the highest mount
All the beauties of this world
Were more than I could count
So I'll swim the deep blue water
And tread the highest mount
I'll walk down in the valleys
With God's beauty so surmount
And on the whitest sand on earth
Is where I want to lie
With peace and love surrounding me
Until the day I die.

T.D.Roberts
Štd roberts 2001-2005


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