Symphony of Man Words and Music by Bill Pere The crystal tips of snowflakes, The swirls on the tips of my hand Each feathered cloud, each grain of sand We're all so very different, Each part of something so grand We're notes in God's symphony of man... I hear the song that plays above I hear the song of praise, of love Each face a painted canvas Strokes born of heavenly hand Each place that lightning strikes the land We're all so very different, Each part of something so grand We're notes in God's symphony of man... I hear the song that plays above I sing the song of praise, of love I am the note that makes the phrase That makes the song that plays I hear the thunder drum roll from above I hear the hope I hear the joy I hear the singing dove God's Symphony of Man, a song of love.... I hear the song I hear the bells I hear the fanfare call I hear the choir singing from above I hear the hope I hear the joy I hear the timpani God's Symphony of Man, a song of love.... © Copyright Bill Pere  All Rights Reserved