In the storm and the deep thunder booming low
In the mountains and their unyielding sight
In the taste of rain on my face, and the oceans might
In the sound of the waves,and the rustle of wind in the trees
His words just out of reach, God is in the breeze
He is in the candle flame and its shadows, dark and deep
The nighttime whispers, dreaming of what you sleep
And I would find him in our heartbeats, steady and slow
If I was to believe in God, I would find him in the falling snow
