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Dwight Plett |
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Spring Song The gentle dew, the rising sun, the growing seed, the morning haze My eyes behold the miracle, my heart is full, my hands are raised I lift my voice in songs of praise, I can’t contain my joy today.
The smell of Spring, the gift of life, the bursting bud, the singing birds I’m overwhelmed with wonder, oh if I could only find the words I lift my voice in songs of praise, I can’t contain my joy today
The bright new green of growing leaves, the smell of earth all freshly turned My soul is overflowing full of melodies I’ve never learned I lift my voice in songs of praise I can’t contain my joy today
If I could write a symphony or paint a masterpiece for you Or dance across the mountain tops, express my boundless gratitude My strength is small, my gifts are few, this simple song will have to do
I lift my voice in songs of praise, I can’t contain my joy today The gentle dew, the rising sun, the growing seed, the morning haze My eyes behold the miracle, my heart is full, my voice is raised… |
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