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 new-born’s cry at birth I believe . . . I believe . . . . I believe . . .