The Color Green

And the moon is a sliver of silver

Like a shaving that fell on the floor of a Carpenter's

shop

And every house must have it's builder

And I awoke in the house of God

Where the windows are mornings and evenings

Stretched from the sun

Across the sky north to south

And on my way to early meeting

I heard the rocks crying out

I heard the rocks crying out

Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of

Your hands

Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring

to life Your land

Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You

have made

Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these

fields with praise

And the wrens have returned and they're nesting

In the hollow of that oak where his heart once had been

And he lifts up his arms in a blessing for being born

again

And the streams are all swollen with winter

Winter unfrozen and free to run away now

And I'm amazed when I remember

Who it was that built this house

And with the rocks I cry out

Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of

Your hands

Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring

to life Your land

Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You

have made

Blue for the sky and the color green

Be praised for all Your tenderness by these works of

Your hands

Suns that rise and rains that fall to bless and bring

to life Your land

Look down upon this winter wheat and be glad that You

have made

Blue for the sky and the color green that fills these

fields with praise