Almighty God Your Praise is Sung
By sandstone cliffs with ferns o'erhung
By babbling brooks as they pass by
By light and shadow in the sky
By cardinals in magnificent red
By vultures as they soar o'erhead
By fish that dart as I come near
By springtime flowers as they appear
By chipmunk, squirrel and tow'ring tree
By creatures much too small to see
By moss and fungus, earthworm too
All these things belong to You
And should it be as all rejoice
That I alone am without voice?
So to You my life I raise,
Please, Lord, hear this song of praise.
Turkey Run State Park
April 2010
April 2010
