God's love calls to me
It calls to me in the night sky,
It calls to me when the moon is high.
It calls to me in the bright stars,
It calls to me even from afar.
It calls to me when the breeze is still,
It calls to me with the slightest chill.
It calls to me in the silence of the night,
It calls to me in blind sight.
It calls to me with the sound of cricket song,
It's call to me is mighty strong.
It calls to me with the flash of a lightning bug;
Yes, it calls to me in God's sweetest form of a hug.
It's call to me isn't God's voice shouting loud,
But instead, in the simple form of a cloud.
God's call to me is heard,
By the tugging of my heart, without a single word.
Psalm 19:1-4a
The heavens proclaim the glory of God.
The skies display his craftsmanship.
2 Day after day they continue to speak;
night after night they make him known.
3 They speak without a sound or word;
their voice is never heard.[a]
4 Yet their message has gone throughout the earth,
and their words to all the world.