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