Jesus, Glorified, O King, and the Lord of the Wild
I see your precious blood in every wild flower
In the stars, I see the glory of your magnificent eyes
I see your body shining amid everlasting snow
Thunder roar and Twitter innocent birds
Are only the echo of your powerful voice
Your strong heart evokes the waves of the sea
Your crown intertwines with each sharp fork
Your cross is every earth tree
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