For He Who Has Ears
The mountains shout His glory,
As they stand in quiet splendor.
The rivers feed the streams and lakes,
And fertile valley's timber.
The ocean whispers mystery,
And surging, quiet power.
Seems everything in nature speaks,
Each minute, every hour,
Of all the things that God hath wrought,
And given unto Man,
And yet for some the very thought,
Is more than they can stand.
It's as He said, if we don't speak,
The very rocks will shout.
For he who has an ear to hear,
All nature still cries out.
Copyright © Judy Ball | Year Posted 2019
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