He is the first trail of sun
to reach above the mountain
He's a gentle ocean breeze
on my face
He is raindrops moving
slowly down my window
He's a long deep breath at the end of the day
He is a warm afternoon
at the end of September
and He's a brilliant sunset sky
He is a silent snowfall
and the deafening crash of thunder
He is endless stars on a cloudless night
He is the laughter of children
and the wonder in their eyes
And on a distant rocky shore
He's a clear and steady light
He is wrinkled hands
and tiny newborn fingers
And He's the beckon that calls you home
He is the sturdy staff
that leads you to drink the sidestill waters
He's the reason why lillies grow
He is a surmon on a mount
He is a widow and her might
He is the blind man's first glimps of light
He is a garden and a prayer
He is two strangers on a hill
He is an empty tomb
and the price that Heaven paid
and He's our chance to try again
He is open arms
He is a quiet invitation
He is hope when hope is gone
He is lasting peace
and the answer we are seeking
He is the pathway home
He is...
Yes, He is.

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