Luke 19: 38-40
Swift creek's rock sing out with praise
Thanking God for all the beauty He has made
Gray rocks weathered by water over time embraced
Secrets whispered with each flow or trickle so graced
Sounds from all of nature, such a gentle lullaby
Spring's awakening against the sometimes gray sky
Such a tranquil scene where beauty abounds
Oh! The symphony of nature's elements harmoniously found
What do the gray wet rocks say
When humankind forgets to pray and praise
Do they guggle, sing "Praise God From Whom All Blessings Flow"
Or "Lord Jesus, Come Quickly" to save man from each blow
Do the rocks listen for the doves in spring
At night when all is peaceful and quiet
Enjoy the Whip-poor-will melodious tunes
In war zones, what happens to the birds and flowers
God help us as we this earth each day devour
Destroying our planet for human power
What do the rocks say as we shake their core
Please, God, remove us we don't want to live here anymore