The rising sun speaks to me about Your
greatness, while the timid light of the moon
whispers about Your grace. The trees remind
me about Your wisdom; and the birds reflect
the beauty of Your face.The sweet sound of
the wind tells me about Your mercy,
reminding me that it is new each day.The
clouds shape themselves to claim You Holy!,
while the stars reveal Your many names.
The mountains rise high to claim Your
majesty, as the waves draw near to show You
care; for it is true: the earth testifies of
You. Let the rocks shout of joy with the
sweet nothings of Your voice! Let the
thunder roar and the lightning shine! Let
the rain come down as the sweet divine, for
the Lord Almighty reigns! Let my heart
rejoice for I can see the things that only
You can show to me. Blessed am I, the chosen
one; for I can praise the Holy One!