I woke up standing at Niagra's waterfall
I realized how You show Yourself
in things both great and small
I never noticed them at all

But are these not Your hands that hold us,
and Your arms that do enfold us?
My backyard lit up by five-hundred fireflies
How wonderful to walk Your world with open eyes!

People nowadays tell me that you're not speaking anymore
But what was it I heard You say,
standing on the California shore?
The Pacific Ocean was on fire

I zipped my jacket up against the northern breeze
October 1st in Baltimore and autumn clothed the trees
It dropped to 45 degrees

I stayed for hours but couldn't go yet
I didn't want to miss Your sunset
A waning moon in Indiana's midnight sky
How wonderful to walk Your world with open eyes!

People nowadays tell me that
You're not speaking anymore
But what was it I heard You say,
standing on the California shore?
The Pacific Ocean was on fire

But all these wonders can't compare
with You, my God, who put them there
Words of mine can't do You justice
I won't try
But I feel blessed to walk Your world with open eyes