Trees

I want to Praise you Lord
Much more than I do
I want to (and should) Praise you Lord
Much more than I do

Learn to seek your face
And the knowledge of your grace
I want to praise you

Birds in the Sky
Sing their songs to you (what about me?)
Trees in the field
Lift their arms to you

I want to sing
I want to lift my arms to you


Humans are probably the only thing in this Universe that have a choice whether or not to praise God.
But.. what do we choose?
The Heavens declare the glory of God, Nature reveals His awesomeness
And we, holding our little tridents and wearing our crowns of paper of our own making
Presume to rule
Apex of creation, pinicle of nature perhaps
But still created, still natural
Till death is swallowed by victory (notice its not that death is gone, rather, its overwhelmed), the natural wrapped in the supernatural, the created consumed by the creator
And to realise
That is where the created was meant to be
Then and only then
Can we actually be
Creation
In His everlasting arms.

Help us O Lord