The pastor

Attilio left Vancouver, chasing the sky Through the Rockies' peaks, he felt so high Days rolled on, the wild called his name He saw God's work in the mountain's frame He saw the world with God's own eyes Felt the power in the earth and skies Wanted to preach, to spread the news But who would believe the truth he knew The rivers flowed, the eagles soared He stood in awe of the world restored Each creature moved with a holy grace In every breath, he saw God's face He saw the world with God's own eyes Felt the power in the earth and skies Wanted to preach, to spread the news But who would believe the truth he knew He came back down, with fire inside But knew the world wouldn't see his side He saw the world with God's own eyes Felt the power in the earth and skies Wanted to preach, to spread the news But who would believe the truth he knew So he held it close, let the wild be His silent faith in the rocks and trees