A Song by Rich Mullins is Why I Love Green
Every house must have its 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
- From The Color Green, by Rich Mullins (1955-1997)
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