The rocks cry out in worship

The oceans sing his praise

The flowers bow in reverence crying out to Christ the king

He cares about the details

The ones we do not see 

His creation is just evidence that he must too care for me 

The Creator tells me I'm worthy 

I'm who I'm made to be

That before I ever bowed to worship 

He was at my feet 

He whispers to me soft and sweet "you are mine to keep"

His vastness overwhelming 

Yet he cares to sit with me 

A sweet and strong king that I serve 

He is everything