And the trees all touch the sky!
Sometimes these woods seem boring and still
Till I see them through God’s Eye!
I go to these Thanksgiving Woods
Where the trees lift their hands in praise
Where the river runs
And sings its song
For the blessing of its days
Here the seasons come and go
Leaves are piled beneath the snow
Life is victorious over death
And the wind blows Hope with every breath
As I walk the path of life, I begin
To see that this road will never end!
What seems like FOREVER is but an hour!
God always sends “rain” …that blessed shower!
In these woods, sunny and bright
I find His Peace
He sets things right.
He gives me New Hope over again
We’re going on! It’s time to begin!
I look to the hills!
I look to the trees!
They’re speaking to me
In their gentle breeze.
So much has happened
It’s been hard, and long
I can lose my perspective
If I don’t stay strong
So I come to the woods
And offer this praise
Thank you, God, for your Grace
That fills up my days.
