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God is no stranger in faraway places,
He's as close as the wind that blows on our faces.
It's true we can't see the wind as it blows,
But we feel it around us and our heart surely knows,
That God's mighty hand can be felt every minute.
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There is nothing on earth, that God is not in.
The sky and the stars, the waves and even the sea,
The dew on the grass, the leaves on a tree,
Are constant reminders of God and His nearness,
Proclaiming His presence with crystal-like clearness
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So how can we think God was far, far away,
When we feel Him beside us every hour of the day?
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We have plenty of reasons to know God's our friend
And this is one friendship that time cannot end!
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