I see you in morning
Still late in the afternoon
I see in you every joy, in every fear, in every shape of the moon
I hear you in laughter
You sing on the rainy days
I see you in every smile, in every tear, in everything you say
You draw out praise like flowers in the sun
Excite my ways like lions on the run
Call forth Your hope, it's swelling from the deep
In everything
I know you in healing
And when I am still in wait
I know you will hold me while I sleep and every moment I'm awake
I feel the adventure
Rushing beneath the ground
Holy imagination pouring into every sight and sound
You draw out praise like flowers in the sun
Excite my ways like lions on the run
Call forth Your hope, it's swelling from the deep
In everything
Shout to the field that is white with bloom
Shout to the wind and the cloud balloons
Shout to the mountains carved in snow
That He is King, that He is King
Shout to the night with a battle cry
Shout to the edge of the golden sky
Shout to the depths of the wildest sea
That He is King, that He is King
Shout to the field that is white with bloom
Shout to the wind and the cloud balloons
Shout to the mountains carved in snow
That He is King, that He is King
Shout to the night with a battle cry
Shout to the edge of the golden sky
Shout to the depths of the wildest sea
That He is King, that He is King
You draw out praise like flowers in the sun
Excite my ways like lions on the run
Call forth Your hope, it's swelling from the deep
In everything