Oh the beauty of the valley,
Swept with the new day’s mist—
Timeless splendour through rolling hills
Capture the essence of creation.
Mountains rise above the plains,
Casting shadows like a caressing hug—
Calmness enfolds the perilous terrains
Mirror the heart of their designer.
Distant thunder announces the rain,
Freshness rises to the clouds—
Soundless rhythm of the breeze
Captivate the plan of each formation.
I can almost hear the angels sing,
Hundreds praise the name of the Lord—
An endless chorus fills the air
Praise to God, the founding author.
© Chrissy Siggee
From my book Glimpses of His Glory ALL RIGHTS RESERVED