The Symphony Of God Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

I hear the sweet symphony, The Symphony Of God
Out in the forest, by the streams as I trod
In the lakes bright blue waters, watch the fish as they play
As the pale moon is glowing, and the sun shines by day
In all there's a promise, of love from on High
Compassion and mercy, from birth 'til we die
From the top of the mountain, to the valley below
From the hills to the meadow, to the fields they do sow
From the hay fields out yonder, to the barns built by man
To toil and to suffer, survive if you can
To walk proud and stalwart, each challenge subdue
To heed in His calling, His work we shall do
And when we meet calling, from Hosts in the sky
To bathe in His glory, His glory on High