by Brian Troyer

Created on: July 01, 2009   Last Updated: July 02, 2009

I Imagine Nature Worshipping

I imagine nature praising, its infinite motions I see,

Fields of grass, every blade praising in its own pitch whether high

or low,

The bees praising their anthem as they search for flower and nectar,

The creek praising in happy reverence winding through the trees, and down

the hill,

The cedar praising as it thanks God for its strength, its

saplings praising out the accompaniment tune,

The rain praising its thanks to the eternal Lord, the frost

praising with crystalline noise.

The mountain's praise, the desert's sandy accented voice as they

worship, neither voice fades in their neverending praise,

The quiet praising of the moon, or the chorus of stars in heaven,

or of the wolf's howl, head skyward,

Creatures praising with roaring everlasting voices to God in their own way,

The meadow lark chirps with the sun, with darkness screech millions of flitting

bats, twittering, joyful,

Praising with one voice nature conveys its thanks.

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