The woods sway with the breezes, and the rain beats the days soft rhythm. The oaks stand majestically, reaching for the heavens. The hickories sway with worship’s emotion, and I picture the heavenly congregation singing, “Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord God Almighty. Worthy is the Lamb.” I’m mesmerized in time, seeking your nearness, Lord. I’m spiritually drawn to realize the blessing that I am even here. All glory and honor are due You; and I bring my offering in the name and authority of Jesus, according to your good and perfect will. Amen.
“You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; you have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness, that my glory may sing your praise and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever!” (Psalm 30: 11-12 ESV)