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AMAZING MYSTERY

 
Father you made the stars,
So far away we know by sight
Though we reach for it we cannot grab
It's a reminder of the treasure we have inside
Though stars are far away, you never are
Your spirit resides in human vessels bound
The sound of your love resounds in the depths of our heart
The sun is high, its creator down
He shines from within, our lives reveal
Planets are beyond, where eyes do not reach
Our lives are threads unshaken off your grip
You bind, you weave, you are the fabric of all being
When heavenly wonder we cannot gaze
Give us a reminder through eyes that unveils
Man is a little, little lower than the angels
But he is a recipient of amazing grace you gave
And when our little minds stutter,
Give us songs each day,
So we may praise and remember your name
If the stars, planets & sun soon fade
God is here, in our heart the only treasure that remains
Never fading, never changing upholding us,
Though we be of a mortal frame.

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