He Is

He is the first trail of sun To reach above the mountain He's a gentle ocean breeze On my face He is raindrops moving Slowly down my window He's a long deep breath at the end of the day He is a warm afternoon At the end of September And He's a brilliant sunset sky He is a silent snowfall And the deafening crash of thunder He is endless stars on a cloudless night He is the laughter of children And the wonder in their eyes And on a distant rocky shore He's a clear and steady light He is wrinkled hands And tiny newborn fingers And He's the beckon that calls you home He is the sturdy staff That leads you to drink the sidestill waters He's the reason why lillies grow He is a surmon on a mount He is a widow and her might He is the blind man's first glimps of light He is a garden and a prayer He is two strangers on a hill He is an empty tomb And the price that Heaven paid And He's our chance to try again He is open arms He is a quiet invitation He is hope when hope is gone He is lasting peace And the answer we are seeking He is the pathway home He is... Yes, He is.