Canopies of Praise

The leaves are adorned with a dew In the whispers of morning, we find our faith true We gather in meadows of green The hymns that we sing to the sky so serene The brook hums a tune as it flows While we lift our sweet voices where the wildflower grows The sun breathes a blessing, the world to renew In the light of dawn, our hearts find their virtue We walk through the fields, in the calm we convene Where the air is still pure and the earth is so clean The mountains echo our praise as they stand As we cherish the touch of the Creator's hand The forests rustle with a song Under canopies of emerald, we belong Nature's choir, both bold and meek In this communion, the divine we seek [Chorus] Oh, rejoice in creation's choir From every hill and every spire