A Voice Most Wonderful
He blesses me with gifts indescribable,
He pours out His heart to me.
He sings over me with a voice most wonderful
Longing that I holy be.
How beautiful my Savior paints the sky,
Wakening His creation with brilliant hues.
Your artwork is home to birds which fly
Oh so close to You.
He blesses me with gifts indescribable,
He pours out His heart to me.
He sings over me with a voice most wonderful
Longing that I holy be.
The ocean with its rolling waves,
Upon the shore they crash.
My God is the God who saves,
And He knows their every splash.
He blesses me with gifts indescribable,
He pours out His heart to me.
He sings over me with a voice most wonderful
Longing that I holy be.
The mountains ascend into the clouds,
beneath the rolling thunder.
My Lord is creator of fog that shrouds
The majestic sight of His wonders.
He blesses me with gifts indescribable,
He pours out His heart to me.
He sings over me with a voice most wonderful
Longing that I holy be.
Fields of grass bow before Him,
Knowing who clothes them in splendor.
God's breath over His flowers skim
As He whispers in a voice most tender.
He blesses me with gifts indescribable,
He pours out His heart to me.
He sings over me with a voice most wonderful
Longing that I holy be.
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Poetry From The Heart
PoetryThis folder is dedicated to all mine and some of my friends' poetry, lyrics, and other written works that aren't long enough to be considered books, novels, novellas, etc. I hope you all enjoy!
