Echoes of Praise - Reposted

My voice rang out through all the hills,

I praised His name with song,
And, when I ceased to sing to Him,
The rocks still sang along.
 
It was as if they knew my words
Were raised to God on high
And so they raised their symphony
To join mine in the sky.
 
And I recalled the words once said,
If every voice grew still
The rocks and stones would sing His praise…
And now, I know they will!
 
Luke 19:39-40
Some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to Jesus, “Teacher, rebuke your disciples!”
“I tell you,” he replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”