Worship

The hills give witness with their size and stature,
The valleys with their winding crannies and nooks,
The lambs with their playful and reckless cavorting,
The hedgerow webs with their tapestries glistening.
The bite of the air as the season turns chilly,
The warmth on your face when the spring nudges forth,
The shades of the land as it flames with autumn,
The rustling and creaks of the twilight woods.
These wave and whisper and sing of his glory,
Boundless designs from Yahweh’s hand.
The very rocks and trees and plants calling out,
To grab our attention and humble our hearts.

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