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