Your voice it thunders. The ground is shaking. The mighty mountains now are trembling
Creation sees You and starts composing. The fields and trees, they start rejoicing
And now it’s rising from the ground
Hear us crying out “Holy, holy, holy, holy Lord”
The earth is Yours and singing “Holy, holy, holy, holy Lord”
Sunday, February 6, 2011
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