Listen to the wind.
Listen to it sing,
Roaring through the trees,
Or just a gentle breeze.
Its voice is strong and sure
With melodies so pure
The angels sing along
With harmonies in song.
Listen to the stream.
Listen to it dream,
Rushing through the rocks
So sweetly as it talks,
Telling all it knows
While the water flows,
Pouring out its story
For Creator’s glory.
Listen to the flame.
Hear its loud refrain,
Crackling with glee,
Singing wild and free.
The burning purifies
As wood hums through its cries
Freed in suffering,
Creator’s praises ring.