It's in the sound of the rain falling from the skies and hitting the ground.
The dulling of the clouds, hiding the sun's rays from reaching this little corner of the world.
The lightening that strikes and the violent thunder that speeds up the beating of my heart.
There's so much more I could say, how when I experience the earth, and when I look around me, it all points to You.
How could I escape You when even the sound of the wind rushing through the trees, whispers your name?
I close my eyes and listen to the birds, and I know it sings Your song, waiting patiently for Your return.
How wonderful it is, that it's Your hands that so tenderly formed every one of its little feathers.
You, my God, are Splendor and Majesty. Like the fields of flowers, filled with endless beauty.
Like the ocean blue, that rages and stills, washing us completely, covering all the earth.
Yes, how beautiful you are. More than I'll ever fully know, yet one day, I shall look upon Thy face, how terrifyingly wonderful the thought.