Creation

The moon it sings
From high above
A message of our Father's love.

The stars they twinkle
In the dark
Millions of His imagination's sparks.

The winds that blow
The dancing breeze
His gentle breath among the trees.

Whether bare, or in leafy bower
They track His seasons
His days and hours;

Roots dug deep for water living
Arms flung wide
For worship giving;

Body's a sanctuary for His creatures
His provision shown
In all earth's features.

Whether pouring rain or driven snow
Whether time of death
Or time of growth;

He provides a time
Provides a season
Has a purpose and a reason.

Deep cries out
The heaven's weep
Mountains roar, creatures leap;

All for Him
They all proclaim
It all shouts praise unto His name.

Lakes stretched wide, streams running far
All of them pointing
To the Father's heart.

Loving provision stamped, for all to see
All creation shows
His fingerprints to me.



Written January 6, 2012 at "Legacy Alive"