The Sound of Praise

I hear the sound of praise for the One

Whose breath rustles the tops of the trees;

I hear the sound of praise for the One

Whose whispers hum low through the earth;

I hear the sound of praise for the One

Whose laughter flows through the streams.

I hear the sound of praise for the One

Whose glad-hearted joy is the song of the birds;

He treads across the sky above

And the clouds are the footprints He leaves;

He spreads His peace, pure as a dove

And the wind is the rush of His wings.

I see the presence of the Savior

Whose crimson glow stains the morning sky;

I see the presence of the Savior

Whose shimmering stars watch me sleep;

I see the presence of the Savior

Whose silent rainbow promises life;

I see the presence of the Savior

Whose arrows of lightening are fighting for me.

He treads across the sky above

And the clouds are the footprints He leaves;

He spreads His peace, pure as a dove

And the wind is the rush of His wings.

Author: Carolyn Roehrig