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Listen to the wind blow,
lonely as a sigh
Nothing overhead but empty
sky
Look up at starlight on a
dark night
Are we all alone, an island
in space?
Or is there a plan where I
have a place?
Could it be that heaven is
man’s imagining?
Reaching out for hope in
childish dreams
Stories so old then, we’ve
outgrown them
Has God gone away or hidden
his face?
Have miracles ceased to be?
(Chorus)
But the power of God is plain
to see
There are wonders on every
hand
By those who will see
through eyes of faith
Beyond the mind of man
For how can we hope to see
his face
Who never could see his
hand?
Some may see a rainbow as
nothing more light
Others see a promise and a
sign
Everyday wonders without
number
Are here all around and wait
to be found
By those who have eyes to
see
For the power of God is
plain to see…
(Chorus)
Listen to the wind blow,
then listen once again. |
