No matter the direction I choose to look
Christ's presence is everywhere.
Whether far or near, high or low
It always seems to me He's there
He's in the clouds so high
He's in the streams below.
He's in the heat of summer
And He's in the pure white snow.
He's in the budding rose
He's in the ivy vine.
He's in the change of seasons
He's in the turn of time.
He's in the noonday breeze
He's in the late night dew.
He's in the open desert
And He's in the sky so blue.
No matter the direction I choose to look
His presence is everywhere.
Whether far or near, high or low
In all creation you'll find Him there.