We listen so intently
To a thousand sounds
Played out in our hearts
The trees wave to us
As we pass quickly by
Carried along the way
By the beauty of it all
Mountains stretch out
And pave a way for us
To behold the majesty
Of all that He has made
White clouds float on by
Against a light blue fresco
Moved by a rushing wind
That leaves us so amazed
All these things He has made
By speaking them into being
But by His hands we are formed
Because of His great love for us
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