Songtexte Finders - Page France
I'll
shed
a
feather
for
the
Lord
And
I'll
blow
the
trumpet
on
the
shore
Just
like
the
birds
do
in
the
morn
I'll
be
a
savior
and
I'll
be
your
poor
You'll
be
a
diamond
in
the
sand
And
all
of
the
finders
will
clap
their
hands
Glory
abounds
us
we
found
dry
land
And
all
of
us
finders
will
clap
our
hands
And
all
of
us
finders
will
clap
our
hands
And
all
of
us
finders
will
clap
our
hands
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