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God is an island, That is my home. His shore isn’t hard to find. All you need do is ask, And you will see… White pure perfect shores, Radiant green grasses, Water falls, and lakes All for you to enjoy. Surrounded with love, From my God above. This is my God. Perfect as white sandy shores. Comforting as the soft green hills And peaceful as shade from a canopy. I come to His island When I’m overjoyed. I come to God’s island When my pain I can’t shake. In search of hope, I come. This is my God, Perfect as those white sandy shores Arms open wide, Ready to guide. |