The world turns. Forest fires burn.
Gusting winds that blow. Torrents and undertows.
Tides fall and grow - so do the seasons.
This world is complex, there must be a reason.
He made us to be.
The deserts are scorching and lake tops' freeze over.
A distant star explodes and becomes a supernova.
The ground gashes and rips as each fault line slips.
Each fault line slips.
He made us to be.
So what's the reason why the waves crash the way they do?
And why is a sunset so beautiful?
It's not random to me. I know there's a designer, you see.
A creator that we must honor 'cause He made us to be.
He made us to be.
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 2:32 PM UTC
The world turns. Forest fires burn.
Gusting winds that blow. Torrents and undertows.
Tides fall and grow - so do the seasons.
This world is complex, there must be a reason.
He made us to be.
The deserts are scorching and lake tops' freeze over.
A distant star explodes and becomes a supernova.
The ground gashes and rips as each fault line slips.
Each fault line slips.
He made us to be.
So what's the reason why the waves crash the way they do?
And why is a sunset so beautiful?
It's not random to me. I know there's a designer, you see.
A creator that we must honor 'cause He made us to be.
He made us to be.