Throughout the golden centuries
From that first day, in every way
God's love has never ceased.
He soothes the pain which comes with strife,
He is our guide ~ the rock of life!
Loving both beauty and the beast,
And loving His children, now deceased.
Even birds as they sit on the bough
Rejoice more than ever now,
For birds fly near Him up above
God of sunshine and God of love.
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