Quiet touches upon my face
From the wind with all its grace
Whispers to me that God is love
And He's watching from Above..
In the flowers and in the trees
In the mites that no one sees
Breath of Heaven, breath Divine:
Whispers to this heart of mine
Going further into the air
In the plant-lets everywhere
Sounds of Heaven creating rhyme
Moving hearts and stopping time
Flowing waters... droplets too
Echo Heavens "I love you"
Though we see no Sacred Face
We can hear Him every place
Through the violence through the fear
God has raised us; drew us near.
Rescuing all from evil grasp,
God's our Haven: Home at last..