when i consider the rose that grows in winter or feel the rain upon my face or see the snow arranged like lace i know him better when i discover a wild flower s color or touch a single blade of grass or hear a child laugh then i am surer that everything from the mountain to the stream from the valley to the sky everything from the meadow to the sea from the sunlight to the rain everything speaks his name he watches over creations without number and yet he lifts the sparrow s wing and dresses lilies in the spring he knows my name he forms a dew drop his word commands the storm to stop he makes the eagle free to fly and paints a rainbow in the sky all for you and i everything from the mountain to the stream from the valley to the sky everything from the meadow to the sea how could you not believe when everything speaks his name i cannot imagine it was all because of chance when everywhere around me lies the evidence everything from the sunset to the stars from the ocean to the shore everything from the mighty king to the tiny babe everything speaks his name