You should see the stars tonight,
How they shimmer, shine so bright.
Against the black, they look so white,
Coming down from such a height
To reach me now; You reach me now.

You should see the moon in flight,
Cutting 'cross the misty night,
Softly dancing in sunshine.
Reflections of it's light
Reach me now; You reach me now.

  And how could such a thing
  shine it's light on me
  And make ev'rything
  beautiful again?

You should feel the sun in spring,
Coming out after a rain.
Suddenly, all is green,
Sunshine on ev'rything.
I can feel it now; I feel You now.

You should hear the angels sing,
All gathered 'round their King,
More beautiful than you could dream.
I've been quietly listening.
You can hear them now; I hear them now.

  And how could such a King
  shine His light on me
  And make ev'rything
  beautiful again?

  And how could such a King shine His light on me
  And make ev'rything beautiful?

  I want to shine; I want to be light.
  I want to tell You, 'it'll be alright.'
  And I want to shine, and I want to fly,
  Just to tell You, 'now it'll be alright.'
  It'll be alright; It'll be alright.

  'Cause I've got nothing of my own to give to You.
  But this light that shines on me shines on You
  And makes ev'rything beautiful again.
  It'll be alright; It'll be alright.