Glorious God of the universe,
The royal sky shoots from your fingertips,
Crowning the earth with a sapphire diadem.
Every blade of grass pokes out of its brown, dead nest shouting,
“Thank You, Lord, for a bright new spring!
I’m awake!
Here I am!
I praise You!”

The soft sunshine
Gently strokes the earth whispering,
“You tenderly watch over us, Creator.
You are brighter than me.
You are stronger than the gusty, fresh breeze.
The whole earth responds to the tiniest gesture of Your hand,
Awakening,
Dancing,
Smiling with joy
Over the shocking colors of Your springtime.”

Every sweet breath of air,
Every whiff of the lacy daffodil,
Every sound of wind through the long-needled pine shouts,
“Glory to God!
He is beautiful!
Our Maker is King of all!
More wonderful than our highest imaginings,
Glorious God of spring!”