To see many images via a tv screen
Or hear a voice in a distant place
While watching news coverage as it happens
I forget whose hand made each race
To know those stars make up a universe
A forest starts with one tiny seed
Yet in small secret whispers from heaven
Infinity cries “Believe”
Yes now I see the touch of the masters hand
In each valley, plain & sea
Yet in all of creation our father above
Only needed one of me
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