No Nearer Than Your Heart
Sunday a day for church and prayer
May be to busy, might not be there
He's out and about doing his thing
No time for rhetoric, weeping, wailing
While your inside selling your guilt
He's out there surveying the world that he built
The colours he painted and wishes he granted
The mountains he created and the trees he planted
He fixes and mends the best that he can
Aided by nature they draw up a plan
To effect the damage caused by neglect
To the land, return some form of respect
While you sit your hall of gold and statue's
Remember the Lord as far greater issues
Yet he is always with us, never far apart
The distance is close, deep in the heart
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