The Beauty

The Beauty

You make it all
All the beauty of this earth
The great things that grow
Bringer of life unto it all
By the Creator’s hand
Only for man to do his best
To destroy it all
But You will have Your day
When the skies come to life
And heaven’s trumpet sounds
When the Son of Man comes again
To call all the saints unto Himself
And we will all see the beauty of the heavens
You have created for the ones
You call Your children

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