Sitting in the park during a storm...

The sound of a thousand trees blowing in the wind. They sing of your glory, swaying desperately to please you. Staying planted in your firm ground. To think this symphony plays to your tribute to your amazing power, yet you still delight in our praise. This beauty is more than I could ever give or even begin to fathom. The richness of your goodness shines above like a blanket. The smallness of my presence is humbling and I am afraid. But your love I here and graciously surrounds me. How could ever give you anything that compares to this… this is my worship.