Here, we're dancin' at the Creek
God and I, cheek to cheek
the only music, only sound
is the songs of nature trees to ground.
Usually, here only solitude
no disrespect, no we ain't rude
just dancin' and movin' to the beat
forgive me for being so indiscreet.
Maybe we're standin' on holy ground
So very cool and quiet profound
I find its workings too amazin'
its the reason I can't help praisin'.
So as long as the world continues to spin
and nature plays like a holy violin
I'll feel the rhythm, feel the beat
never stop dancin' and tappin' my feet.
ALL DAYS, AND IN ALL WAYS...HE IS WORTHY OF OUR PRAISE
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