"Music Just For Me"
The thunder rumbles ever soft, and tells me more of that aloft.
The sky is shaded in grays and blue, and not one place does the sun shine through.
The wind is blowing the grass so free, and the leaves are rustling in the trees.
The smell of rain is in the air. The brook is bubbling in a gentle way, and this world to me, never seemed more fair.
The rain now splatters on the ground, and now drips softly from the trees, as it makes for me a symphony, and the joy of God is all around.
My pain now shatters without a frown, and I thank God for this gift so free, for this gift of music just for me.
Written by Bob Wood
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