It´s no wonder the Savior descends from the skies:
They hold the power in His eyes.
The glory and light in the morning sun;
The sounding of peace when the storm is done.
The compassionate rain that falls with our tears,
The embracing wind the sends away fears.
The snow that blankets pure and pristine
And resonates through mountains where riverbeds sing.
And the thoughtful moon that guides our feet
To be the glorious stars we are destined to be.
Yes, I´m sure that the Savior descends from the skies,
Because they hold the power in His eyes.
I love you all.