The
hillsides were singing this morning.
They rang forth with glory.
Echoed
halleluiahs to our King.
“The
mountains and hills will burst into song before you...” Isaiah
55:12
Praise
burst from my mouth in response to such an aria.
Can
our eyes not see?
Is
He not there to behold?
Have
we become deaf to such praise?
He
alone is worthy!
Why
do I fix my eyes on dust?
I
am held captive by insignificant .
When
I need to be captured by such glory.
By
Him.
Would
that I burst with praise.
As
the hillside did.
Today,
I would join the chorus.
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