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The smallest part


To hear the smallest part

of His voice is Heaven

taking root in our hearts

The One who gave us air

The Lord, Heir of all things

The air that fills our lungs

Can we thank Him enough?

To know a fragment of

His mind or His heart is

your talent, my true love

Your ears were given dear

techniques that tune into

His people’s lives on Earth

Your eyes reflect His eyes

Seeing a way forward

A way to be mended

To see the smallest part

of His light is heaven

taking a load off life

I see you bring this light

down to Earth and music

from Heaven plays and plays

You hear and see more than

the smallest part, and know

more than fragments of Him

My true love, go and serve

Pick up the signals and

your pieces of treasure

Share His love as Heaven

opens its arms for us


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