Fiveeighteen
de Empty Handed
He wraps-up in sunshine
And makes the wind his angel to proclaim
A tent made of starlight
A sending of the seasons and the rain
He summons the sunrise
And satisfies desires with good things
Our God won't be silent
He stands under the rainbow
And He sings
Where's my warbow strings
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