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Oct. 1, 2009
The Color Green
And the moon is a sliver of silver
Like a shaving that fell on the floor of a Carpenter's shop
Every house must have its 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
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 to fill these fields with praise
And the wrens have returned from their nesting and they're nesting
In the hollow of that oak where his heart once had been
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 and 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 to fill these fields with praise
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