God’s Glory

The breeze brushes against my face,
God’s whispering in my ear.
Engulfing me in his presence.
Drawing me so near.

I revel in His majesty.
I’m in awe at all his ways.
I’m basking in his sunlight
As the earth gives Him praise.

The trees stand tall
Reaching for heaven.
Swaying to the sound
Of a choir of birds in harmony.
Hovering above the ground.

The flowers do a little dance
As they wave their petals high.
The Son of God is shining down.
Pleased with their reply.

The mountains are so strong and regal.
Their silent voice so loud.
A mighty trumpet in God’s ear.
Piercing through the clouds.

I sit here in amazement
As my eyes and hands I raise.
For I’m surrounded by all God’s Glory
So I too begin to praise.