When I look out and gaze into the rising sun,
I see how its light spreads to everyone,
then I survey and go into sleepless dreams,
for who could have come up with this scene?
For I know the maker of this beautiful thing,
He's my God and my King.
When I look up at the handwoven sky,
I just feel so alive,
then I think of all the things God has done for me,
and I feel so free,
Oh how I love to see the handwoven sky.
As clouds and stars spread out their light,
I see the grand finale by them beaming oh so bright,
Each of them have a special place tonight,
and God's telling us that everything will be alright,
As the whispery wind blows in my ear,
the Lord tells me I have nothing to fear.
When I look up at the handwoven sky,
I just feel so alive,
then I think of all the things God has done for me,
and I feel so free,
Oh how I love to see the handwoven sky.
I see bunches of things that pass on by,
such as all the tiny particles of light,
it's just a melodious sight.
When I look up at the handwoven sky,
I just feel so alive,
then I think of all the things God has done for me,
and I feel so free,
Oh how I love to see the handwoven sky.
