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 touch his hand in a friend’s handshake

I can see the kingdom of heaven

in the evening sky

I can see color of bird’s eye

Can you hear him calling, calling

a dawn chorus

Every bird song is beckoning us