The Way
God designed this world around us With a gentle, loving touch. Butterflys, birds, grass and trees And the flowers we love so much.
He paints such pretty sunsets And the beauty of a starry sky. Our Father gives us, oh, so much, But, sometimes I wonder why.
I know that we're not worth the gift, The gift of His only Son, Who was crucified upon the cross So our victory would be won.
We don't deserve His blessings. But, He sends them anyway. We're His children and He loves us. He wants us to find "The Way."
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