Great Southern Land
Worship
Lyrics by Barbara Tipper
Music
by Benjamin Thorn
All rights reserved © 2006
The rocks are lovely;
We all welcomed them.
But they were not able to quench our thirst.
Diamonds may be a girl’s best friend
but drought at Christmas is her worst.
Earth’s crust is cracking,
No one’s ploughing,
The grains would never be able to burst.
If just this Christmas drought would end
and rain fall - for some kids a first
Then comes the thunder,
Then flashes the light,
The diamond treasures are breaking the curse.
Open the heavens, angels weep!
This Christmas our fortunes reversed.
Teardrop diamonds dripping from heaven
gently seeping into the ground.
Frogs once dormant joining our chorus:
‘Oh halleluiah!’ our song resounds.
Tilling the soil,
Spilling the seeds,
To every garden the blessings dispersed.
Diamonds below us, diamonds above,
Showers of blessing, teardrops of love.
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