He's a Big God
My Father has two great big arms
and His hands are really huge.
He owns the cattle on a thousand hills
and all the wells of crude.
He's into diamonds, rubies, pearls,
He owns all the gold mines too,
The worlds silver belongs to Him
and there is no lease to renew.
All the jewels in every vault
no matter whence they came.
They may be trusted to your care
but they're regsitered in His name.
That makes me a rich kid,
'cause i'm an heir with Christ.
My wealth don't show materially,
but my spirits rich inside.
My Father, God loves me so much
He uses His big arms
To wrap His love around me
and keep me safe from harm.
If you think His hands are'nt huge
then you consider this
He holds the world in the palm of His hand
and there's still room for my hand in His.
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