Hank Snow. How Big Is God. Zeneszám
Though men may strive to go beyond the reach of space
To walk beyond the distant glimmering stars.
This world's a room so small within my Father's house
The open sky but a portion of his yard.
How big is God? How big and wide is his vast domain?
To try to tell these lips can only start;
He's big enough to rule the mighty universe,
Yet small enough to live within my heart.
As winter's chill may cause the tiny seed to fall,
To lie asleep till waked by summer's rain,
The heart grown cold will warm and throb with life anew;
The Master's touch will bring the glow again.
How big is God? How big and wide is his vast domain?
To try to tell these lips can only start;
He's big enough to rule the mighty universe,
Yet small enough to live within my heart.
To walk beyond the distant glimmering stars.
This world's a room so small within my Father's house
The open sky but a portion of his yard.
How big is God? How big and wide is his vast domain?
To try to tell these lips can only start;
He's big enough to rule the mighty universe,
Yet small enough to live within my heart.
As winter's chill may cause the tiny seed to fall,
To lie asleep till waked by summer's rain,
The heart grown cold will warm and throb with life anew;
The Master's touch will bring the glow again.
How big is God? How big and wide is his vast domain?
To try to tell these lips can only start;
He's big enough to rule the mighty universe,
Yet small enough to live within my heart.
Snow, Hank