Your beauty, it calls

There are echoes of eternity in the sunset
whispers of forever in the sky.
There are harbingers of holiness in the way the trees and branches are set
and clues to Your compassion when we cry.

CHORUS:
Your beauty, it calls.  It calls to me.  I want to know You.
Your glory is all...all around me.  I want to know you.  Your beauty it calls.

The colors in the sky and the clouds that are blowing by speak of Your majesty
The creatures of the Earth: the plants the flowers and the birds show You are wise!
A movement made with grace or a smile on a face show Your works are wondrous.  You have made us wondrous.
I can hear Your awesome pow'r, in an evening summer shower, when it is thunderous.

CHORUS

BRIDGE:
It calls:  "Seek.  I am not far, and I want you to know and see and find and your love for Me to grow, your love for me to grow."  It calls: "Look and open up your eyes to My Name that's written in the skies, and join the praise creation sings.  I'm a good and holy and righteous king."

Final stanza:
Your beauty, it calls.  It calls to me, and it says "I love you."