The butterfly glides on the wind,
The breeze wanders in the trees;
Both follow Your wondrous way,
Yea, both do as You please.

Nature sings a song of glory,
She sings a song of love,
She lifts her arms to You,
Her trees stretch to skies above.



Should I not then imitate her?
Should I not embrace her devotion?
I shall sing of my Lord Jesus
With every word, every motion.

Jesus is my song of songs,
He is my heart’s symphony;
I shall sing with Nature of my Lord,
I join flower, bird and tree.



Brother, sister and friend,
Come join me and all the earth;
Let us proclaim the glory of God,
The source of our joy and mirth.

Let us sing of our Lord Jesus
With every word, every motion.
Earth is filled with the Lord’s glory,
Lo, the earth shines with devotion.



Nature sings a song of glory,
We sing with her a song of love;
We lift our hearts to You, O Lord,
As the trees stretch to skies above.

And as butterflies glide on the wind,
As breezes wander in the trees,
We live to do Your will, Jesus,
Only You we seek to please.

© Caroline Gavin
Purposeful Pathway

Habakkuk 2:14
The earth is filled
with the Lord's glory.