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When I see a tree

I see creation sing God praise;

A tree points up heavenward

With all it's branches raised.

And as the wind blows gently

The trees begin their dance

Swaying branches to and fro;

In a sweet song of romance.

A tree stands like a sentinel

To show men truth and good;

Reminding us the Saviour's Rood

Was made of stark, rough wood.

Soon the trees will clap their hands

And it will be my great reward

To interpret the song of the trees

'LET ALL THINGS PRAISE THE LORD!!!'



Psalm 148