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creation sings the Father's song

we took a little ski trip up to mammoth earlier this week. a much needed and much appreciated vacation. everywhere i looked, especially at the top of the mountain, ready to ski down, i was struck by God's extravagance. His beauty. His magnificence. breathtaking, spectacular and so vast. there aren't enough adjectives in our language. that's why [at least for me] sometimes music describes that which words alone cannot. i was reminded of this song by Keith and Kristyn Getty [writers of In Christ Alone] called Creation Sings. i couldn't stop singing it the entire week as i beheld His glory at every turn:

[these mountains definitely made my "one thousand gifts" list]
[no, i don't know those people]


Creation sings the Father's song; 
He calls the sun to wake the dawn 
And run the course of day 
Till evening falls in crimson rays. 
His fingerprints in flakes of snow
His breath upon this spinning globe, 
He charts the eagle's flight; 
Commands the newborn baby's cry.      

[the chorus, in particular, was on repeat in my head all week] 
Hallelujah!  Let all creation stand and sing,   
"Hallelujah!" Fill the earth with songs of worship;    
Tell the wonders of creation's King.  

Creation gazed upon His face; 
The ageless One in time's embrace
Unveiled the Father's plan 
Of reconciling God and man. 
A second Adam walked the earth, 
Whose blameless life would break the curse, 
Whose death would set us free 
To live with Him eternally.    

Creation longs for His return, 
When Christ shall reign upon the earth; 
The bitter wars that rage 
Are birth pains of a coming age. 
When He renews the land and sky, 
All heav'n will sing and earth reply 
With one resplendent theme: 
The glories of our God and King! 

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