His Name Is I Am the Creator
His name is I am, I am on the mountain tops were wild
flowers live, in the blusish green villages were wild myrtle
is born to grow, He is, He is, He is I am, awesome and
divine He is he is were in forrests the wild berrys and wild
fruit grow, he is first and last, he is he is I am in Wild Beauty
or beautiful America, he is he is I am, in the flat lands of
yellowish blue grass in the green green lands of US of A
he is A In wild America the Wild Beauty, may the icly cold
cold fringe World your flag wave on and on , on his
Mountain tops for evermore Glory, Glory Hailaloula to
old Glory Hailaloua to our awesome Beautiful America
and his Lady of night of cold icly nights of World her flags
wave on and on for he is here for our Glory hail to the Hail
to our clouds Hail Hail to I am for divine means choice or
to some chance.
year 2007 the icly cold World by Diane Henning
Copyright © Diane Henning | Year Posted 2007
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