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 newborn’s cry at birth.

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.

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.

I believe, I believe, I believe,
Just like a child…"

- Brian Doerksen