The Breath of Life

We breath it in, but do we see
The sacredness, the sanctity,
Or air, of land, of solemn sea
And gaze at the work of divinity?

Do we feel it when we say
Our words, our songs to Him each day?
When we sit to eat, we may
Offer our thanks and claim "We pray."

Do we hear Him amongst the waves?
Or in the whispers of those He saves?
Do our very ears we stave
And in our solitude stay depraved?

This is what I've been looking for...

In the sky, in the rain;
These very things we yearn to gain.
Our lives are puzzles that will remain
The crucible; the problem of pain.

Upon the mountains, upon the sand,
In the palm of his hand
We see His love, we hear His voice
And feel the majesty of His plan.

So whether in coldest dark, or scorching day,
Whether in broken stone, or stormy quay,
His light will drive the night away
And mold our hearts like softest clay.

This is the man I've been looking for...