| A Place I Know |
| By Milton L. Delgado |
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| There is a place I know, where you can spiritually grow. The people that stay there, are giving and warm, and show they care. Tall timbers, fields of green, quiet meadows, rushing streams, it's beauty, natures way; once you've come you'll want to stay. |
| Spring and summer, fall or winter, each new season an adventure... Full crown maple trees to harvest... bike through nature trails and forest. Brothers, sisters, in Christ Jesus, round the fire sing His praises. There is a place I know, where love abounds, yes, let us go. |
| Spring and summer, fall or winter, each new season, an adventure... full crown maple trees to harvest... hike through nature trails and forest. Brothers, sisters, in Christ Jesus, round the fire sing His praises. There is a place I know, where you can spiritually grow... God's splendors to behold, as dusk and dawnings unfold. |