A pearl in the red sea, a flower in the field, The changing of the leaves You are in the clouds, the grass, the distant hills How could we not see? Poetry and prose. It's in the shape, the color, The smell of a rose You left Love letters written in Your hand For the careful eye to read. But we misread And gave Your glory to the birds We gave Your honor to Your works instead But we misread And chased the sun, the moon, the stars To try to found our who we are And from where we came When the dawn breaks, in every sunset The heavens they proclaim In a voice that goes out to the ends of the Earth The splendour of Your name But we misread And gave Your glory to the birds We gave Your honor to Your works instead But we misread And chased the sun, the moon, the stars To try to found our who we are And from where we came But this beauty still will fade All this loveliness is destined to decay. In a dying world, even nature waits For the glory that shall be On our way to death, we wait to truly be alive To fall before our God and cry Holy Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Holy, holy, holy is the Lord