Wintersong (They Speak of Thee)

The summer breeze-The gentle rain

Beflowered fields and birds on the wing

The moonlit nights-this truth is plain

The Lord above made everything

You send out Your command to the world;

Your word goes forth and swiftly runs

Your crystal flakes are downward hurled

The shards of ice like crystal crumbs;

Whether hot or cold, -Deep or high, -Bright or dark-What e’re they be

Sharp or blunt, -Or loud or quiet, -Your creations sing-They speak of Thee

Your eternal power and divinity, The heavens shout, They speak of Thee; 

Declaring your glory For all to see They speak of Thee They speak of Thee

You give snow like whitened wool;

Like ashes.You scatter the frost 

Who can stand before Your cold?

Your word melts them, and they are lost

You make your mighty four winds blow 

They speak of Thee, they speak of thee

You make the peaceful waters flow.

They speak of Thee, they speak of thee

Whether hot or cold, -Deep or high, -Bright or dark-What e’re they be

Sharp or blunt, -Or loud or quiet, -Your creations sing-They speak of Thee

The heavens shout, They speak of TheeYour eternal power and divinity

Declaring your glory For all to see They speak of Thee They speak of Thee

Psalm 147:15–18 after a Piper devotional

February 21, 2024

Anthony Foster

 . . . don’t toy with me. I am God. I made all these things.