How Pleasant to walk through The Garden Green,
Beholden of Visions that so few have seen.
B-neath Our fete are the Clowds of a Dream,
AZ THE COOL WATERS OF LIFE FLOW GENNTLY DOWN STREEM.
OUR PATH IS SURE IN THE STRENGTH OF OUR GUILD,
HIS STAFF IS MIGHTY, no threat will abide.
THE SONG OF THE MASTER, has silenceded the pride.
HE’S KNOWN BY HIS HANDS AND ALSO HIS SIDE.
The children ADORE HIS tender voice,
THOUGH HIS STAFF IS MIGHTY!
we fallow by Choice.
Even The Mountains IN HIM REJOICE!
THE MAGESTY OF THE KING!
with the HEART of a boy.
We could n-never leave HIM,
where would we g-go?
n-no on else could LOVE US SO.
we Fallow With DELIGHT WHERE EVER HE GOES.
WITH HIS WORD IN Our HEART
4 HIS VOICE
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