I read that He said the rocks would cry out
if we did not praise.
And though the daily cry of my
heart is to see Him raised high, exalted,
I've been very quiet around the rocks too.
I've heard the way the earth moans like a lover
and I've seen the way the trees lift their
arms in the dance of one confidently beautiful.
And I think maybe the earth is always praising Him.
I think this Beulah land knows what we
don't clearly see. And though I am determined
she won't be louder than me, my earnest hope
is not to quiet her but join her in