Everywhere I Turn
Christine Glass / Marc Byrd
If I raise my eyes to the sky
I see glorious things
Clouds alive and white and starlight
These are glorious things
Everywhere I turn, You meet me there
Everywhere I turn, You meet me there
If I gaze straight down to the ground
I see beautiful things
Leaves of gold and brown all around
These are beautiful things
And the birds were flying overhead
And they started singing peace
And the trees were bowing in the wind
And they started to sing peace
I will look for You
If I look within you, my friend
I see holy things
Faith and hope begin, however thin
These are holy things