L I S T E N
The voice that's understood by all,
The voice of nature's multi-call is here -
In the clouds that hang mid the great tall peaks,
In the streams that wash the mountains' feet,
In the rain that bathes the spruce and fir -
In the wind that whispers everywhere.
The multi-voice of God is here.
Gently wooing us from care.
Music, too fine for man's poor art,
Is wafted to us from nature's heart.
He speaks -
In everything from sky to sod,
"Be still and know that I am God."