The heavens tell the glory of God;
His angels praise His name.
The creatures of the earth give praise-
The rocks cry out the same!
But I, His child, am silent. Why?
He’s given me a voice!
I’ve every reason to sing His grace–
Praise is a command, a choice.
While stones declare His greatness,
And birds sing of His love,
Does my life praise my Most High King,
And please my Father above?