Mighty oaks line the banks Of winding rivers that flow. As darkness takes its cue.
Nature sleeps through the night To be awakened by the morning dew.
It's a beautiful world we live in Created for the purpose of man. With all its radiant beauty Placed by God's own hand. With silver stars to enhance the sky. For it was the Master's intention That man would never die. A place to live forever With no sorrow sickness or tears.