Sometimes as I walk through a forest glade
Beneath tall trees that give me shade
I think of how a tree was cut down
To form a cross for the Son of God.
I hear the birds as they worship on high
Praise and thanking in the clear blue sky
As I stroll in silence I think of Him
Who, on that cross, took away my sin.
How Creator of all this beauty I see
Was willing to die on that cross for me
And my heart swells as I consider my Lord
So I stop, sit down, open His Word.
Where I read how great my Saviour is
And my heart overflows with love for Him
Understand His idea for my redemption
Was in his plan before all this creation.
Psalm 92:5
Ephesians 1:3-7
Thoughts taken from the hymn ‘How Great Thou Art’
