“People everywhere
Stand amazed at what you do;
East and west shout for joy. . . .
With soft’ning rain
You bless the land with growth. . . .
All You touch comes alive:
Untilled lands yield crops,
Hills are dressed in joy.
Flocks clothe the pastures,
Valleys wrap themselves in grain.
They all shout for joy
And break into song.”
Now that’s something to sing about, year after year, while the earth lasts and we are here to read the poetry of our land! Can we hear the song of creation? The joy of the hills and valleys wrapped in grain? The blessings poured out on our land? Lord God, give us new eyes and good ears so that we can join the people everywhere who stand amazed at what you do!
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