In the quiet stillness of His working grace
The gaze of His love gently touches my face
Caressing me softly in our secret place
As He shows me where the lilies bloom
There's a lovely place belonging to Him
A garden in me He worketh in
The place where He weeds out darkness and sin
Enlarging the place where the lilies bloom
Beauty and splendor are the work of His hands
And with great love He tendeth the land
Surrounded with blossoms wherever He stands
Within me... He makes Lilies bloom
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