Isaiah 55: 12

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I rested on the mountain side,

Beneath the singing trees.
The fragrance of the damp green moss
Scattered on the breeze.
 
I came out with my grief in hand
And worry in my heart,
But, as I sat there midst the ferns,
I felt the healing start.
 
I listened to the mountains joy,
The forest’s whispered song,
And in the space of a leaf’s fall
I laughed and sang along.
 
I left the wood in joy again,
Your creation filled me
With all the joy my heart could hold.
You set my spirit free!
 
Isaiah 55: 12
12 You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.