Beauty

I gave this song a listen again today and it’s breathtaking.

“Creation Calls,” Brian Doerksen

I have felt the wind blow
Whispering your name
I have seen your tears fall
When I watch the rain

How could I say there is no God
When all around creation calls
A singing bird, a mighty tree
The vast expanse of open sea

Gazing at a bird in flight
Soaring through the air
Lying down beneath the stars
I feel your presence there

I love to stand at ocean’s shore
And feel the thundering breakers roar
To walk through golden fields of grain
‘Neath endless blue horizon’s frame

Listening to a river run
Watering the earth
Fragrance of a rose in bloom
A newborn’s cry at birth

I believe, I believe
I believe

Water flowing over the edge of a rock precipice
Turning misty white as it falls into the pool below

Tall evergreens at the river’s edge, standing on guard
While a deer and fawn drink from the stream

The smell of tilled earth just after the rain
A rainbow, dazzling natural colors

The sight of a hawk as it circles in the thermal drafts of summer
A flock of Canada geese flying in perfect formation

Rising from the valley floor, rolling hills covered with trees
Birch, maple, elm, beech turning fiery red, yellow and gold in the autumn air

A leaf on its brief journey, twisting, turning, dancing its way to the ground
Lifting our eyes, the mountains rise, trees giving way

Giving way to rock, cliffs, ice glaciers and majestic jagged peaks
As the sun slips behind the horizon and night falls
The mountains become silent fortresses silhouetted against the night sky
The countless stars shining in silent testimony

Snowflakes, gently falling, falling, each unique, whispering,
“Remember the mercy of God…remember the mercy…”
Covering all the world in white and then
The quiet, quiet, quiet of creation at rest