(A VISION FOR CHRISTIAN SONG, by Ken Bible; p.20)
All you have made will praise you, O Lord.
(Psalm 145:10, NIV)
On a Saturday morning in spring I was trekking through woods near my home. At one point, a
dead tree caught my eye. It was taller than the green trees around it, and its branches were
high, close to the trunk and pointing upward. Against the clear blue sky, the tree seemed to
stand in solemn silence, lifting praise to God in an endless liturgy.
That one glimpse helped me see again that all creation is God's temple, quietly but constantly
reminding us that
He is here;
He is great, beyond our imaginations;
He is love. He lavishes Himself upon us, holding nothing back.
When I look at creation and believe that He shaped it all for His purposes, I realize I am
surrounded by many liturgies to God. Each tells us about Him in ways that are more universal,
more lasting, and more tangible than human language. I look into the night sky and am
awestruck by His vastness. I swing through the round of day and night, season after season,
and experience His unchanging faithfulness. The incredible network of life that packs every
layer of our world, from water drops to endless oceans, paints Him as a fountain of rich,
unbounded life. And every breath I take reminds me that He shares His eternal life, Himself,