His Heavenly Land
For human was born unto this world,
as He so chose to be.
This God of ours, now Jesus Christ,
is great Blessed love to see.
We build our homes and decorate too,
for us all to be.
The very ground you sit upon,
belongs to Him, not you or me.
As the wind blows softly,
through the leaves of trees.
The flower’s dance
mirthful in their beds.
The harvest of the field grow by day,
while the wind blows through their pads.
Seeing the harmony of the nature grows,
Mother land plays in this part.
Thus we see that God had made,
this great world we live apart.
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