Creation Calls

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 . . .