This Beautiful Earth

From birth, I thought I was cursed until I realized we live on this beautiful earth. The hurt I face everyday, we'll I come to pray that a God of Love would show us the way. I find peace when I read his teachings, in church on sundays listen to the pastor preaching. Trying to reach souls in need, wish everybody recoginized Jesus came to bleed. Three nails pierced His wrist, what was running through his conscience, when the excruciating pain drove into His vein. I'm so thankful I can proclaim His name.

This beautiful earth and the church of Christ, where I dwell and give Him my Life. I offer up my praise, both hands I raise, thanking Him for coming to save. Everyday is beautiful just like this earth. Everyday from the day of my birth. I can embrace His grace and glory, and tell the world of His great story.  

This life is beautiful, this blood flowing through my veins reminds me of Christ
and what he did for me. I can clearly see that he died and gave us eternity.
In heaven up above , showers of your love, I come to dwell in truth, for I hold the proof of you in my hands . The word of God is in demand , now let me praise the Son of Man. I will serve as a witness, His blood offered forgiveness. I will surely understand. You died to set me free , your blood shed on a tree, now bless this beautiful land.