The wind flies through the bushes,
And flowers sway with joy.
God's song is sung by the grasses of the plains,
Man says, "A glorious sound."
In awe of One the mountains bow,
With faith the hillsides dance.
The rocks cry and rivers scream,
Man asks, "How? What power is this?"
Through the breeze the answer comes,
"The power of the Solid Rock."
As rain tears fall,
On his knees man says, "Amen."
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