All nature about us are praising the Lord. So loud. So clear. Birds singing praises to God. Early in the morning they join together and glorify God in song.
Does not the thurnder praise Jesus when we hear its roaring sound above our heads? Glory to God in the highest heavens. Praises shall be unto Him for eternity.
The mountains and the valleys adore His name. When Spring comes along, flowers from the field open its eyes to see Gods wonderful creation. When snow covers the land, all creatures of the field gather together to sing praises to God. Sing to Him. Sing praises to Him. Tell of all His wondrous works. I Chron. 16.9
Does not the thurnder praise Jesus when we hear its roaring sound above our heads? Glory to God in the highest heavens. Praises shall be unto Him for eternity.
The mountains and the valleys adore His name. When Spring comes along, flowers from the field open its eyes to see Gods wonderful creation. When snow covers the land, all creatures of the field gather together to sing praises to God. Sing to Him. Sing praises to Him. Tell of all His wondrous works. I Chron. 16.9
