Gold and red and earth meet my eyes
As I travel through North on an Eastern sky;
Can`t help but think...and praise,.... and sing.
: "Praise and Joy to You, O Lord!
Thy Creation, So Supreme!"
Can`t help but think...and praise,.... and sing.
: "Praise and Joy to You, O Lord!
Thy Creation, So Supreme!"
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