

Listen my friends,
To the music in the air.
God has created for us, an orchestra,
with a symphony beyond compare.
We go through each day, without listening,
as the birds sing a Hymn of Praise.
God has taught the tiny wren to sing,
on the sunny and stormy days.
They know without even reading,
Psalms thirty and verse five.
That, Joy cometh in the morning,
They thank God for just being alive.
God composed the bass with thunder,
And the soprano whistle of the breeze.
The melody of the singing brook,
While crickets call to the buzzing bees.
Each night the insects sing us a lullaby.
Of Joy unspeakable and full of Glory
It's all part of the majestic harmony.
All part of God's age old story.
God has created these beautiful sounds
Like Hymns the Angels are singing.
Listen to a singing waterfall,
And praise God for the gift of hearing.
As God plays His beautiful serenade,
the wind makes the trees dance and sway.
All nature sings, to Praise you Lord,
For the blessings, you send each day.
For those who say, there is no God,
Then who directs these songs?
Against a backdrop of beautiful sights,
That we have taken for granted too long.
© Verna
Parks





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