Sun
The beauty that no one looks upon,
But always feels.
Faithful, each morning,
The Son guides our daily path.
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Mountains
Oh, to have faith like a mustard seed,
I’ll see the mountains dance
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Ant Hill
It’s as if heaven were stored up inside.
Many look at the narrow opening,
Many look at the narrow opening,
And crush it with their soles.
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Offering Bowl
Wicker basket passed pew to pew.
Rubbing the twenty between his fingers,
he slips it back in his wallet.
he slips it back in his wallet.
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