The Symphony
The Symphony
The mountains cried, “Praise to the Lord”!
And the birds and beasts sang His praises.
The firmament rose up to praise His name,
The Infinite;The creator.
The soul of man reached up to his maker.
As all the trees and grasses stood watchful,
Mountains adored him; the mighty and the glorious.
The rain fell as the music to his mighty hymn.
The wind made up the rest of the orchestra;
A symphony to His greatness;All seeing and merciful.
The Planets and the stars testified of His greatness;
And infinity the everlastingness of His love.
The mountains cry; “Praise the Lord”!
The Eternal, the lovely one.
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