Lightning bugs in the summer fields; a million stars that I can touch.
They don’t worry ‘bout the evening news. No they don’t worry about too much.
They don’t ask God questions or wonder what it’s all about.
They know sometimes God whispers. They know sometimes He shouts.

Old oak tree on a busy street… he’s surrounded by a parking lot.
But in the fall he turns to gold; he gives it everything he’s got.
In his branches a sparrow… is sleeping safe and sound.
Sometimes God whispers. You don’t even know that He’s around.
(oh but He’s around.)

I believe God loves us; I believe God cares.
I can feel Him in my heart, in my soul, I can feel Him in the air.
I see the fingerprints of God upon creation. I can see Him everywhere.

Oh-oh oh-oh-oh… oh-oh oh-oh-oh… Oh-oh oh-oh-oh… oh-oh oh-oh-oh…

Rainy night on the interstate. She took the kids and she left town.
She has blood on her lower lip. The kids are sleeping safe and sound.
In the hotel there’s a bible… that she clutches to her chest.
Sometimes God whispers “Come to me child and I will give you rest.”

Two kids are playing in the yard. One is weak; the other strong.
One lost her hair from all the chemo. the other’s hair is brown and long.
They are indians and cowboys… searching for the old hideout.
Sometimes God whispers. Sometimes He takes a different route.

Chorus repeat

Oh-oh oh-oh-oh… oh-oh oh-oh-oh… Oh-oh oh-oh-oh… oh-oh oh-oh-oh…
Oh-oh oh-oh-oh… oh-oh oh-oh-oh… Oh-oh oh-oh-oh… oh-oh oh-oh-oh…