Oh my soul, be still and spill
With free unhindered praise
The Lord adorns the dust-wrought hill
His mercy cloaks our days
From dawn to dusk to dawn, His love
And faithfulness employs
The sun, the moon and stars above
The circle of our joys
How awesome is Your handiwork
Our hungry eyes behold
Your glory splayed across the earth
In wonders manifold
With goodness unreserved You weave
Your breath into each bloom
As reverent hearts humbly perceive
The Master of the Loom
The blind of mind cannot discern
The Hand beneath it all
The One who guides winter to spring
And summer into fall
...oh, may our hearts and hands become
The instruments we raise
Exalting the eternal One
In gladdened songs of praise
© Janet Martin
