So Much More
So much more are white picket fences,
sunshine, and flowers,
with my eyes through gospel lenses
and Jesus Christ's powers.
So much more than waking,
doing, and sleeping
is my life in His hands,
my lasting joy ever heaping.
So much more in Him am I
my Master and Teacher, my Brother and Friend--
it's with His wings that I can fly
but by Him I stay to the end.
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