Rolling In
Rolling in As I lay here on my back in the sand I see clouds floating right in front of me Rolling in I see it Your glory displayed The clouds taking different shapes But every one sings of who You are The sun starts to hide behind the earth It sets itself so that it radiates the King What beauty displayed by my Creator Who molded me in my mother’s womb And created me so unique in His image I could sing of Your wondrous creation Because there’s so much of it to see From the beaches to the mountains high To the lakes, rivers and deserts low Every day starts with a new sunrise And every evening with a new sunset Displaying glorious colors from God above