When I consider the rose that grows in winter
Or feel the rain upon my face
Or see the snow arranged like lace
I know Him better
When I discover a wild flower's color
Or touch a single blade of grass
Or hear a child laugh
Then I am surer that
Everything from the mountain to the stream
From the valley to the sky;
Everything, from the meadow to the sea
From the sunlight to the rain
Everything speaks His name
He watches over creations without number
And yet, He lifts the sparrow's wing
And dresses lilies in the spring
He knows my name
He forms a dew drop;
His word commands the storm to stop
He makes the eagle free to fly
And paints a rainbow in the sky
All for you and I
Or feel the rain upon my face
Or see the snow arranged like lace
I know Him better
When I discover a wild flower's color
Or touch a single blade of grass
Or hear a child laugh
Then I am surer that
Everything from the mountain to the stream
From the valley to the sky;
Everything, from the meadow to the sea
From the sunlight to the rain
Everything speaks His name
He watches over creations without number
And yet, He lifts the sparrow's wing
And dresses lilies in the spring
He knows my name
He forms a dew drop;
His word commands the storm to stop
He makes the eagle free to fly
And paints a rainbow in the sky
All for you and I
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