When I See A Tree Poem by Richard Merrell

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