I see ten thousand wars, fought on a distant shore, in a baby's toy,
I see hunger and thirst, but the last shall be first, so I sing for joy.

All is God's creation, fashioned by one hand,
Satan and salvation under one command.

I see a poet in a cell, trapped in a cold, wintry hell that has no voice,
Though he's tortured and weak, he turns the other cheek and says, "Rejoice, rejoice."

For all is God's creation, fashioned by one hand,
A day of celebration is coming to this land.

All is God's creation, all is in his hands,
A day of celebration is coming to this land.

Sometimes it feels like an endless night,
But, after darkness, comes the light,
Rivers flowing,
Stars are gleaming,
So keep on rowing,
Just keep on believing.

I see ten thousand wars, fought on a distant shore, in a baby's toys.

All is God's creation, fashioned by one hand,
Satan and salvation under one command.

All is God's creation, all is in his hand,
A day of celebration is coming to this land,
All is God's creation, all is in his hand,
All is God's creation, all is in his hand,
All is God's creation, all is in his hand,
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