I remember as a child
My mother telling me
God is a big God
In power and majesty
Then we used to sing a song
About the whole world in his hands
And how he rules the sea
And is master of the land

He created the sun, the moon
And the stars with one command
The roll and sound of thunder
With just a clap of his hands
But, oh, a God so asound
Is concerned about the smallest things
A blade of grass, a flower that blooms
And a song that the bird sings
Oh

Oh