It's the quiet wind on the water
And the thundering stars up in the sky
The scorching forest fires
And the complex human eye
The sound of waves collapsing
Or a newborn's waking cry
The way new seeds float to the ground
Right where the old flowers died
That I know you're there, I know you're watching
Though I don't feel you, and I don't live like I want to
You still care, though lord I'm prone to wander
I'm hardly listening, you're always calling
It's the redbird's stunning feathers
And the horse's unmatched strength
It's the way the rockies tower
And the canyons looming lay
It's a hundred tiny feet, under a hundred centipede legs
The sun and moon swirl in a dance
Determining the days
So I know you're there, I know you're watching
Though I don't feel you, and I don't live like I want to
You still care, though lord I'm prone to wander
I'm hardly listening, you're always calling
It's the way we're warned of winter
By the bloody autumn leaves
How all of this ground is connected
By the roots under the trees
Through the violence of human nature
The earth is whispering
Soft, gentle and brilliant
Is my maker's love, my maker's love
My maker's love, for me
