[Intro - Rebel Mindset] Before the first dawn stretched gold across the silence, Before the rivers learned the language of the sea, A Master Artist moved across eternity... And every brushstroke became creation. [Verse 1 - Rebel Mindset] The morning spills amber from heaven's cup, Pouring liquid fire where the mountains rise up, Wildflowers bloom like verses scattered in the breeze, While ancient forests bow in emerald reveries. The rivers write poems on the skin of the earth, Each winding line a testament to worth, And the clouds drift softly like dreams set free, Painting fleeting portraits for the eyes to see. The stars are diamonds sewn in midnight's robe, A crown of light encircling the globe, Every whispering wind through the valleys and glens Carries the signature of His hand. The ocean hums hymns to the shoreline sand, Tides moving softly at a sacred command, The moon hangs silver on the velvet sky, A lantern of mercy for the weary eye. The eagle rides currents no mortal can see, Tracing invisible paths of mystery, While thunder drums deep in the chambers above, Echoing power, echoing love. By the wisdom in His hand. [Hook] Made by His hand, every color, every flame, Every creature called gently by name, The heavens unfold like a cathedral grand, A living masterpiece made by His hand. [Bridge] Made By His Hand Made By His Hand [Break] [Spoken - Ciber] Man.... I don't care what walk of life you're from, what color and creed. Religion or culture. You only have to look around, to see His glory. Uh [Verse 2 - Ciber] Listen to the birds, their melodies like honey to the ear The oceans roar with strength to lift away all fear Mountains stand tall like giants over the great plains Rivers encircle the globe like soft veins. Greater are the hands that crafted the valleys and peaks Built ponds for all snouts, fins and beaks Marvel at the glimmer of the stars as they adorn the night Like holes in the sky, a sneak peek to the other side Seeds crack open underground, trusting darkness to give birth Then flowers sprout to lay blanket of beauty over dirt Trees shed gold every autumn just to grow it back come spring Creating an avain suburb for every feather and wing His hands mould a moth, shaping it into a colorful butterfly All the while, lightning lights up the sky while thunder cries. The sun bows down slow, painting deserts in liquid gold It's warmth covers all—young and youthful, wise and old Ants move mountains grain by grain, no complaints in their lines By His Hand, in perfect balance, He spins the circle of life. [Hook] Made by His hand, every color, every flame, Every creature called gently by name, The heavens unfold like a cathedral grand, A living masterpiece made by His hand. [Bridge] Made By His Hand Made By His Hand [Swelling] Made By His Hand Made By His Hand Made. By. His—Hand.
