Hymn - Linda Lewis

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 hold His hand

in a friend's handshake

I can see the kingdom of Heaven

In the evening sky

I can see the color of bird's eye

Can you hear Him calling

Calling a dawn chorus

Every bird song is beckoning us