The Lord had an artistic flair At creation time Splashing colors around Making the animals In all different shapes and sizes The giraffe with its
Sarah, ton nom signifie une princesse Tu appartients à un sacerdoce royal Tu es Sa servante précieuse Tu es Sa fille chérie Tu rêves des
Sarah, a name meaning princess Belonging to a royal priesthood You are His precious handmaiden You are His cherished daughter Dreaming dreams for the future
Three years have come and gone You’re still very much in my heart You left me a great legacy To continue looking to the only
The Lord has His own time To some, it seems a lifetime. Feeling the heat of its refinery, And then pondering its hidden mystery, Can
The heavens declare your handiwork Handiwork of awesome uniqueness Uniqueness too wonderful Wonderful creation Creation I contemplate the transient clouds Clouds so singularly different Different
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