How Much More

If he knows when a Robin, falls from his nest And he grieves... when he sees it die If he kisses the rose, with the morning mist How much more, does he love you and I If he cares for the lilies, in an open field If he acknowledges a tree, when the winds make it kneel How much more does he love me and you If he takes out the tide, turns the desert from it's dry And carves out rivers to sea Just to give a little brim, one more place to swim How much more does he love you and me If he's prepared a place, for all that has been I've been told and believe it's true He's preparing me a place I cannot comprehend That's how much he really love me and you How much than a fragrant rose, that he gives life In the spring Or does he love me less, than the bird in a nest That never souls... yet he soars on the wing If he can speak a word, and calm an angry wind And Peace be still, can calm a rolling sea Then he can speak peace be still, to the storms that's within That's how much he really loves me.