EVERY DAY HE IS WATCHING
From the heavens and the skies.
And He scans the horizon,
Looking for the sign
Of a son or a daughter
With a prodigal heart,
Coming back to the Father of life.
And the Shepherd is searching
For the sheep who’s gone astray,
Though there’s ninety and nine safe,
At the closing of the day.
His pursuit is relentless,
His obsession divine;
It’s the heart of the Father of life.
Oh, His compassion is for everyone.
Yes, for the lost and the afraid.
And if you listen you can hear His voice,
Hear Him calling,
Hear Him calling your name.
Have you seen my belovéd?
He is radiant and most fair.
In the evening He calls me,
| can see His shadow there.
| will rise up to meet Him,
| will run to His side;
To the Son of the Father of life.
Oh, Your compassion is for everyone.
Yes, for the lost and the afraid.
And if | listen | can hear Your voice,
Hear You calling,
Hear You calling my name.
