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 scorched and lake tops' freeze over.

A distant star explodes and becomes a supernova.

The ground gashes and rips as 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.