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. |
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:: Kathy Fretwell Gandy
AL, USA |