Sun shining brite, on the mountains below.
Light breaking through, on the new fallen snow.
Valleys and foothills, are impressive to me.
His love shines through the clouds, for all to see.
He worked so hard, six days of the week.
For all to live here, and for him we should seek.
The clouds are all floating, along the horizon.
Mountains are black, against the morning dawn.
Trees are all strung, along the mountain side.
They run from the mountains, up to the ocean tide.
The beauty of the mountains, and trees I can see.
But I also know without him, none of this would be.
And so I ask you, to help save planet earth.
None of this would be possible, if not of Jesus' birth.
The birds of the air, and the creatures on land.
We all would be extinct, if not for Gods hand.
And so I ask you, again I make this plea.
Because Jesus is comming, for you and me.
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 4:27 PM UTC
Sun shining brite, on the mountains below.
Light breaking through, on the new fallen snow.
Valleys and foothills, are impressive to me.
His love shines through the clouds, for all to see.
He worked so hard, six days of the week.
For all to live here, and for him we should seek.
The clouds are all floating, along the horizon.
Mountains are black, against the morning dawn.
Trees are all strung, along the mountain side.
They run from the mountains, up to the ocean tide.
The beauty of the mountains, and trees I can see.
But I also know without him, none of this would be.
And so I ask you, to help save planet earth.
None of this would be possible, if not of Jesus' birth.
The birds of the air, and the creatures on land.
We all would be extinct, if not for Gods hand.
And so I ask you, again I make this plea.
Because Jesus is comming, for you and me.
