The Trees

Sitting in the silence,

Listening to Your world

Sing about Your glory,

I know I'm such a blessed girl. 

The wind is roaring quietly,

The birds are singing sweet.

The rain is gently tapping 

A serene and peaceful beat. 

The world might be in chaos, 

And knocking at my door..

But in this precious moment,

You're in my neighborhood. 

I hear You in the animals, 

I hear You in the trees.

I hear You in the tiniest 

And gentlest of breeze. 

I know Your constant presence 

Is keeping me at peace,

But when I'm feeling lonely

I need only listen to the trees.