Trees raise their limbs to the sky
Praising God the Most High
Clouds, all shapes, and skies of blue
Sing glorious praises unto You
Clouds moving on a rhythmic path
Glorifying He who hath
Blessed us with a Son that shines
Magnanimously in all space and time
As birds soar on the wind’s sacred breath
Echoing life, love, and death
Mountains kneel in solemn praise
Veiled in dawn’s resplendent haze
Creation’s choir lifts its song
To Him to whom all things belong
Heaven and earth in harmony call
Blessed be the Son who loves us all
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Beautiful poem, my friend!
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Would you believe I found it in an old notebook? Glad you liked it. Thanks for stopping by — Have a blessed week!
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