Hymn

I can hear Him calling
Calling a dawn chorus
Every bird song is beckoning us

Takes the power of His love
In a seasoning
Summer, snowy turning the joy of spring

I can touch His power
Now it trembles an earthquake
I can touch His hand in a friend's handshake

I can see the kingdom of Heaven
In the evening sky
I can see color of bird's eye

Can you hear Him calling
Calling a dawn chorus
Every bird song is beckoning us