In His Creation

 

Sweet is the water spilling down
Into the rocky pool,
While all around the trees rise up,
Keeping it fresh and cool.  
 
There is a peace to be found there
Beside the water’s flow.
The stillness born outside the rush
Which I have come to know.
 
I leave behind the man made world,
Step into creation
Which pays small heed to mankind’s voice
And all that he has done.
 
Instead, it listens to the Lord,
And to His voice alone,
As water softly spills into
Its pool of moss and stone.
 
I learned this lesson years ago,
And I’ve not forgotten,
We all need time spent in His peace
Far from the noisy din.
 
Great is the glory of the Lord,
Vast is His creation,
And I still find I hear His voice
Where rocky stream beds run.
 
Psalm 114:7-8
Tremble, O earth, at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the God of Jacob, who turns the rock into a pool of water, the flint into a spring of water.