Fingerprints
Is it not of him that his prints be made
Is it not of that to which he walked
To which his prints appear to lay
For that of the dust of his feet he reached
From the dust of his feet he made you and me
Oh' what beauty you see, as he bless that of you to me
That he blow like a mountain wind
That there was new life in the trees
For he gave unto the earth the people we see
Life's give and take from thee
But out of it all, he gives the greatest thing of all
And that's love from up high
Air he breathes as we flourish through the leaves
Like a snow of heavens love, he flourished rose of love
He soars from up high, to which he found to which lays
And that's of the heart to stay
As he had put a picture of heavens bless, to which had fallen an angel of heavens
best.
So next time you looking for that comets ride through, be sure you know what to do.
Because when the tail comes through, we know we had the best.
As we know it was that of a warm mist and sparkle, that my heart lay to rest.
That I have found the best and that’s Jesus and his love,
that none could even compare, to which was God’s love.
And that was pure heavenly love.
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