Creation Songs

The wind is roaring
and the rain is falling.
I hear the voice
of creation calling.
The trees are dancing
and the birds are singing.
Creation Songs
are loudly ringing.
The grass is bowing
and it cannot rise.
It's worshipping God
while creation cries.
The cotton is swaying
and it does not yield.
The hay is waving
from a nearby field.
God has called
and His creation obeys.
They do not question
but joyfully praise.
:: Kathy Fretwell Gandy

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