As the fields and trees begin their day early with worship lifting up

We see the mists of the morning arise in glorious praise to the King of Kings

Ascending up in heavenly whisps we sense the pleasing aroma of life and shear joy of the creation

Up off the surface of the lakes we see evidence of the spirit moving over the waters

Sometimes barely perceptible other time a cloud of glory rising up.

But everyday a new bounty of praise and worship from His creation

Let us join in the symphony of praise which rises up with the Sun as every creature lifts their voice in songs of praise to our Lord.

For to Him belongs all our wonder, worship and glory