I walk with you, my children
Through valleys filled with gloom
In echoes of the starlight
And shadows of the moon
In the whispers of the night-wind
Are gentle words for you
To touch you and assure you
It’s my world you’re walkin’ through
And all creation’s straining
On tiptoe just to see
The sons of God
Come into their own
I made the mottled stickleback
To hide in crystal streams
The staring owl to scan the night
The candle’s gentle beams
I made the silly camel
To roam the desert sand,
But you I made, my children
To walk and hold my hand
And all creation’s straining
On tiptoe just to see
The sons of God
Come into their own
If life were filled with bubbles
They’d glisten and they’d burst
If life were filled with jewels
They’d line a rich man’s purse
But life is filled with water
That flows from depths of love
It flows to fill your weariness
With blessing from above
And all creation’s straining
On tiptoe just to see
The sons of God
Come into their own
My love for you, my children
Puts rainbows in your hand
Born of clouded sorrows
In a sunburst morning land
They arch above the smiling eyes
Where tears can still be seen
And adorn with gentle trembling touch
The bride who is my own
And all creation’s straining
On tiptoe just to see
The sons of God
Come into their own
And all creation’s straining
On tiptoe just to see
The sons of God
Come into their own
