I’ve seen it in the sunrise
I’ve seen it in the eyes of my son
And I’ve seen it in the water
The way the crashing river runs
And I can feel it in the anthem
A crescendo of melody sweet
And in the thrill of the thunder
Reminding me I’m and weak
of my history breath eulogy
of me in the hands of my God
Poured beyond measure we the pleasure
the of God…
And I’ve it in the silence
And it spoke without saying word
And I’ve savored the fragrance
every season I ever seen turn
of my history breath eulogy
of me in the hands of my God
Poured beyond measure we the pleasure
the of God…
And I’ve it through the darkness
other hope be found
And it springs up fountains
loved placed in the ground
says it’s not now
of my history breath eulogy
of me in the hands of my God
Poured beyond measure we the pleasure
the of God
of my history breath eulogy
of me in the hands of my God
Poured beyond measure we the pleasure
the of God
the of God…