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The Color Green
"And the moon is a sliver of silver
Like a shaving that fell on the floor of a Carpenter's shop
And every house must have it's builder
And I awoke in the house of God
Where the windows are mornings and evenings
Stretched from the sun
Across the sky north to south
And on my way to early meeting
I heard the rocks crying out
I heard the rocks crying out
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise
And the wrens have returned and they're nesting
In the hollow of that oak where his heart once had been
And he lifts up his arms in a blessing for being born again
And the streams are all swollen with winter
Winter unfrozen and free to run away now
And I'm amazed when I remember
Who it was that built this house
And with the rocks I cry out
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land
Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made
Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise"
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Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise"
Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
Blue for the sky and the color green
Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
And with the rocks I cry out
Who it was that built this house
And I'm amazed when I remember
Winter unfrozen and free to run away now
And the streams are all swollen with winter
And he lifts up his arms in a blessing for being born again
In the hollow of that oak where his heart once had been
And the wrens have returned and they're nesting
Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these fields with praise
Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You have made
Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring to life Your land
Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of Your hands
I heard the rocks crying out
I heard the rocks crying out
And on my way to early meeting
Across the sky north to south
Stretched from the sun
Where the windows are mornings and evenings
And I awoke in the house of God
And every house must have it's builder
Like a shaving that fell on the floor of a Carpenter's shop
"And the moon is a sliver of silver
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| TThe CColor GGreen |
| he olor reen |
| hTe oClor rGeen |
| fhe folor hreen |
| fThe fColor hGreen |
| Tfhe Cfolor Ghreen |
| 5he xolor yreen |
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| 5The xColor yGreen |
| T5he Cxolor Gyreen |
| hhe volor breen |
| hThe vColor bGreen |
| Thhe Cvolor Gbreen |
| yhe dolor vreen |
| yThe dColor vGreen |
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| Tyhe Cdolor Gvreen |
| 6he Coolor freen |
| 6The Clor fGreen |
| T6he Cloor Gfreen |
| ghe Cklor treen |
| gThe Ckolor tGreen |
| Tghe Coklor Gtreen |
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| rhe C9lor Grreen |
| rThe C9olor Geen |
| Trhe Co9lor Geren |
| C0lor Gdeen |
| Te C0olor Gdreen |
| Teh Co0lor Grdeen |
| Tje Cllor G4een |
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| Tjhe Clolor G4reen |
| Thje Collor Gr4een |
| Tue Cilor Ggeen |
| Tuhe Ciolor Ggreen |
| Thue Coilor Grgeen |
| Tne Gteen |
| Tnhe Coor |
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| Thne Coolr Grteen |
| Tbe Cokor G5een |
| Tbhe G5reen |
| Thbe Colkor Gr5een |
| Tge Cooor Gfeen |
| Thge Coloor Grfeen |
| Tye Copor Geeen |
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| Coplor Gereen |
| Thye Colpor Greeen |
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