Blue Columbine
Blue columbine in the rockies,
Your trumpet pedals sound,
With the symphony of mountains
And meadows all around.
How can such a fragile flower bloom
Up from this harsh dry ground?
Through rocks, and shale, and rugged tundra,
You flourish all around.
As I watch and listen, to the splendor that I see,
I know I hear you speaking, a message not alone for me.
I can hear you playing, on your saphire trumpets the praise of God.
I can see you swaying, in the mountain breeze with the breath of God.
I can hear you saying: In the hardest times, there is tenderness
From the living God
Your trumpet pedals sound,
With the symphony of mountains
And meadows all around.
How can such a fragile flower bloom
Up from this harsh dry ground?
Through rocks, and shale, and rugged tundra,
You flourish all around.
As I watch and listen, to the splendor that I see,
I know I hear you speaking, a message not alone for me.
I can hear you playing, on your saphire trumpets the praise of God.
I can see you swaying, in the mountain breeze with the breath of God.
I can hear you saying: In the hardest times, there is tenderness
From the living God
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