Butterfly wings
Angels sing
Doves all around
God smiles
The sky is clear
The clouds are white
A eagle soars
Somewhere in sight
The mountains high
The vally's low
Somewhere in the dale
There stands a little white church
People come from miles away
To sing to God
All give him his glory
Clapping their hands
With tear stained eyes
All are weeeping as they see
Jesus looking down
With a smile on his face
What a joy to behold
As he holds out his arms
As the little child
Walks into his arms
He holds them close
tells a story
Pats a head
And weeps
His child is tender
and so meek
He loves all the children
Of the world
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