Hands The Heavens And The Earth
God, let all creation sing. Let the mountains rise. Let the oceans breathe.
God, let all creation sing. From the dust we rise, from Your breath we
breathe. In the beginning, when You set the night from the day. Or when you
shaped the earth and the sky was formed, as the seas obeyed. But when You
came to rest, in the quiet whispers of the trees. And in the midst of all
this perfection. Did you think of me. Did you think of me. From the dust we
rise, from Your breath we breathe. By Your design, we are conceived. From
the dust we rise, from Your breath we breathe. By Your design, we are
conceived. Creator...Creator...Creator... From the dust we rise, from Your
breath we breathe.
