Lyrics
God did not make this, then who
Who painted the morning in blue?
Who set all the rivers in place
And taught every wave how to race?
Who shaped all the
in the ground
And told them to rise from the brown
Who breathed in the root and the vine
And made every fruit ripen in time
I look at the earth I stand in awe
Of every small thing and the laws
That hold it all tender and true
And my heart keeps asking of you
Who made all this?
Who made all this?
waters and the trees
The birds and the bees
Who made all this?
Who made all this?
The lions, deer, and sparrows
All living in your hand
The reeds by the shore stand tall
The rain knows when it should fall
The cedar, the olive, the fern
Each one has its season to learn
The ant on the hill, the whale in the deep
lamb and the hawk in their keeping
So many shapes, so many signs
All of them calling me blind
I look at the earth, I stand in awe
Of every small thing and the loss
But hold it all tender and true
my heart keeps asking of you
Who made all this
Who made all this
The waters and the trees
The birds and the bees
Who made all this?
Who made all this?
The lions, deer and sparrows
All living in your head
Chance could not write the story with this grace
Why does beauty take such a place?
Why does every living thing
Sing like it was touched by a king
Who made all this
Who made all this
The waters and the trees
birds and the bees
Who made all this?
Who made all this?
The lion's tear and sparrows
All living in your head
Who made all this?
Who made all this?
My soul keeps saying softly
It must be in
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