I hear people putting God down|Saying that when they look around|All they see are the bad things heading their way|We'll I'll admit that watching the news|Can sure give a person a case of the blues|But it's all in where you look for him each day||'Cause I see him in the seeds I grow|I hear him in the rooster's crow|I feel him when my husband's hand is in mine|I taste him in the meals I make|I smell him in the bread I bake|When I look around I don't have to wonder where he'll be|I see him in you|And I hope you see him in me||There was a time when hard as I looked|In the pews of the church or the words of the book|I couldn't find him|I didn't know where to start|But then one morning I realized|He's been right there in front of my eyes|But I couldn't see him until I looked with my heart||Now I see him in the seeds I grow|I hear him in the rooster's crow|I feel him when my children's hands are in mine|I taste him in the meals I make|I smell him in the bread I bake|When I look around I don't have to wonder where he'll be|I see him in you|And I hope you see him in me|

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