A friend of mine came up to me and he said if I could see
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All the mighty works of Christ down here below
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When he said I could believe and my doubts he could releave
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Cause I'm the kind of guy that's got to know
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I was taken by surprise and I looked into his eyes
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For I thought that he could see as well as I
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I said my friend just let me show you what the Master left below
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And by fate you surely see if you try
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Cause everytime the roses bud and everytime the rivers flood
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Then I know I seen the works of the Lord
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Everytime a robin flies or a newborn baby cries
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Then I know I seen the works of the Lord
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Cause everytime the roses bud...
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Works Of The Lord
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Carl Smith |