Massive peaks in your way
Blocking out the light of day
Put on gloves and grab a shovel?
No, it's God's Word you must mumble
Whirling twirling bits of color
Spinning about and round each other
Boring deep into life's mountains
Ready now for dunamis fountains
First one came after a flood
All the rest made by the Son
Peace, joy, and hope e'erlasting
Poverty and sickness? Yep, we're blasting!
Digging deep—call it mining
His and mine, our lives intertwining
Light the fuse, then run run run
Yes, it's true—even death undone!
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