If He knows when a robin falls from his nest
If He grieves? when He sees it die
If He kisses the rose with the morning mist
Then I wonder how much more does He love you and I
If He cares for the lilies in an open field
And caresses each petal with dew
If He acknowledges a tree when the winds make it kneel
How much more does He love me and you
If He takes out the tide, turns the desert from it's dry
And carves out mighty rivers to the sea
Just to give a face, another place to live
The I wonder how much more does He love me
If He's prepared a place, for all that has been
I've been told and believe it's true
He's preparing me a place I cannot comprehend
That's how much He really love me and you
How much more than a fragrant rose, that He gives life in the spring
Or does He love me less than a bird in a nest
That never soars? yet He soars on the wing
If He can speak a word, and calm an angry wind
And "peace be still", can calm a rolling sea
If He can speak "peace be still", to the storms that's within
That's how much that He really loves me
If He can speak "peace be still", to the storms that's within
That's how much that He really loves me