Lyrics

In a field of nature
And of regret
Of captured fruit
Of moral theft
Across near the sound
Of fallen human form
The birds and herds the make their cocky sounds
They know that they have been let down
They want to go back to the garden
They aren't fast to pardon
The great LORD
He made the world
Yet His love is for the small
The great LORD
He made the world
Yet His love is for the small
The great LORD
He made the world
Yet His love is for the small
The great LORD
He made the world
He is to be adored
The LORD He cares so much for all the small
Little creatures
And above all
He cares for the ones He's called
He loves
Loves us all
In the south
And in the north
There's not force
Greater than Yours
In the south
And in the north
There's not force
Greater than Yours
In the south
And in the north
There's not force
Greater than Yours
We'll find comfort in the Lord of Lords
We'll take shelter when it hails and pours
No doubt comes to mind
When it's his strength or mine
Written by: Tristan Bastidas
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