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Up on the high majestic hill, stands one great mighty oak,
that seems to mimic something else - a world of prideful folk.
Some think that sin is not so bad, they think it's overblown -
but I can feel that screaming wind from Satan's megaphone.
Oh, we all know man's clanging wars - his taxed and tortured slaves -
his used, abused or beaten spouse - the sinful life he paves -
that plows up God's great symphony with Adam's clumsy ox -
and pummels us with angry words or painful, sinful rocks.
But God's created orchestra - all people, black and white -
all babies born (or soon to be) and elders have a right -
a right to live on God's great earth in peace and harmony.
But pride seeks greater powers and rejects humility.
From where I sit, I always see His beauty deep within,
His loving, graceful handiwork - though plundered so, with sin.
God's handiwork from birds to fish and mammals great and small -
still bless me with their beauty here. I see His work in all.
And when I think my Loving God, has nothing more to give -
He pours out love in greater grace, so ready to forgive -
where even I, through heavy heart, so tearfully repent -
and seek that perfect sacrifice, who God already sent.
A rhythm rolls with springtime breeze across this valley pass -
right over meadow here below and through His humble grass.
In unison, harmonic notes from orchestra below -
still wave to those on mighty hill, to folks who need to know...