In Wienerwald By Greg Vocks

I feel God’s presence in the forest,

I hear His whisper in the brook,

I see His awesome beauty In everywhere I look.

In the beauty of each flower,

In the calling of each bird,

His face I can imagine;

His voice I’ve clearly heard.

His craftsmanship is all around

In the trees and in the glade;

I stand in awe-struck wonder

At the works his hands have made.

The majesty of a great red stag,

The innocence of a fawn;

The peace that comes With the setting sun,

And the hope that comes each dawn.

But of all these wonders,

None compares

With the beauty within the soul

Of a life that has been torn apart,

And through Christ Has been made whole.