PSALM OF PRAISE

The mountains raise their heads in praise
And the valleys echo the song and rejoice.
The lofty trees bow their Branches night and day
And the leaves whisper prayers unto thee.
The tiny flower in reverence bow in beauty
And the tall grasses in the wind praise thee.
The song of the birds rise to thee with the sun
And continually praise thee till day is done.
All nature bows in reverence simple and sweet
One day hoping their God and maker meet.
Yet what of man in thine own image formed,
Do all praise thee as a new day is dawned?
Or do they forget thy great goodness and love
Thy free gifts sent from thy heaven above?
Oh puny man forget not thy mighty God and king
But be like all of nature and His praises always sing.

M Ann Margetson © February 16, 2000
POEMS 2000/Psalmofpraise

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