Lyrics

Behold the beauty of all things,
the rocks, the plants and all beings;
a world conceived by a Maker
whose gift to you is the knowing.

Stop, now, and take a listen.
Look 'round and breathe it in.
Reach out and touch the spirit.
Behold. Behold.

Behold the beauty of all things
whose names are carefully chosen
so that we might tell a friend
what we think is way outta sight.

Cold hard, the Winter's harshness.
Wet scent, the Springtime's freshness.
Warm soft, the touch of your flesh
on a sweet Summer's eve.

I have this chance now to live!
I'm on a journey from darkness to light.
My best regard goes to the Maker
of all that we are, all we can be.

Behold the beauty of all things,
the rocks, the plants and all beings;
a world conceived by a Maker
whose gift to you is the knowing.