let creation sing

"All creatures of our God and King

lift up your voices and with us sing

Oh, praise Him..."

The trees whisper of

what He's done.

The birds whistle about 

who He is.

The depths of the ocean's secrets

are none compared to the riches 

and depths of His love. 

The creatures creeping and crawling 

and howling and prowling 

on this earth,

they sing praise to Him their Creator. 

the lone wolves howl to the moon 

He hung in the heavens,

and they howl praises to Him

the whales sing their songs

in the ocean deep,

songs to their Creator. 

the birds chirp for Him 

who gave them voices to sing 

and wings to fly. 

The lions roar knowing

the mightiest of lions with 

the mightiest of manes

isn't mighty enough and

his roar isn't loud enough

to compare to Him who is mighty to save

and He who speaks, and then creates. 

The crow in the field

wants to believe that he finds

his own worm in the early morn,

but knows that his Creator

is also his Provider. 

The lilies in the field,

and all flowers that bloom,

think in their vanity that they're beautiful,

but they know in their souls that 

their Creator clothed them in such splendour. 

There was gossip in the trees' whispers,

there was chatter in the birds' chirps,

there was rumour in the whales' songs

there was wonder in the wolves' bark

there was amazement in the lions' growl

for God came down from heaven 

and sent down His only son

Jesus Christ.  

It was a scandal of grace. 

Then 

there was heartbreak in the trees' sobs,

there was sadness in the birds' cries,

there was mourning in the wolves' howls

there was aching in the whales' voices,

there was grief in the lions' roars,

and darkness shrouded creation,

as the Son of God bowed His head.

And now--

there is rejoicing in the trees' breeze

there is glorifying in the birds' voices

there is celebration in the wolves' howls

there is praise in the whales' songs,

there is declaring in the lions' roars,

for this glorious act of love.