Worship.
The waves bellowed in base,
The gathering storm of praise drummed,
The winds sang in a shrill falsetto,
The trees whistled against the blowing wind,
Singing in tenor,
The dry leaves played a unique instrument of their own,
The flowing rivers played an instrument of their own,
The moon greeted from above,
The stars flashed lights to the earthen stage,
In a thunderous praise,
Nature roared worship to the King of Kings,
Who came down in showers to inhabit the praises,
What a chorus!
What a choir,
Better than any human voices could ever sing,
What an orchestra,
Better than any human hands can play,
A celebration of the genius of His creation,
It seems to me of all the works of His hands,
Humanity worships and praises Him the least.
© 2010 afeseh ngwa hilary
