Cosmos, every single color precious sight, each carefully planted from God’s great might.
At times we see, at times we know, but above, that ye should know, all of these from Heaven’s throne. And if He should care for each of these, how much the more shall He to thee. Look, my child, there is but two, he that sows then he that reaps. Maybe wrong, maybe unsure, but I pretty much think, they all so planted for our very own. Cosmos, Cosmos, who gave your name, who planted you here, next to every way?
I see you come I see you go, but were you not for times as now? There is a season in every soul, ways of right, O come abode. I choose each one by color’s own, how will I know, how shall I choose, they all so frail yet only God knows. Tell me, tell me, tell me now! Lord how come you plant each and every one, your very own. Displaying a kindly God’s own heart, for miles along each and every road.
Why Lord, Why Lord, should we even frown. Life is not easy, life is not kind, but I pray each of us, a Cosmos for Heaven found. Some will not see, some will not know, God’s own hand, planted these, even His, His very own.
They were here before you knew, how then can you pick, or even one to choose? All these planted by God’s design, that might ye walk there, ye might find. He loves you intently, like morning dew, clothing each of these with an array of Heaven’s own, pick one for you, then one for me, each so uniquely, kindly, colored themed.
What behooves us to ever say, they just grow from random nature’s way. This calls to see another way if He can dress the roads and every other way, cosmos we see you all the way. If in so little a thing as this given attention this day, so how much the more, sow seeds of love, then kindness, every day. No tongue can tell, no one can say, His love for you, as it is true?
He loves me kindly, He loves me, dear. But most of all, a Cosmos such as me to choose. Heaven stretches out its hand, then picks each one, when the time draws near when God will come and hold you dear, where there’s no sight of a single tear.
Each array as light from heart, God wants to show you each and every inward part, along the way, when journey start, keep your sight ahead hind road, where God has sown each and every own. He comes so gently and in tender heart, to steal you away for Heaven’s part. But when He does, He makes you His own, a Cosmos for Him, His very own.
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