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
Taking so much pleasure in the clear blue sky
As I wander in silence I think of Him
Who on the cross took away my sin.
How Creator of all this beauty I see
Was willing to sacrifice for me
And my heart swells as I consider my Lord
Then I stop, sit down, open His Word
Where I read how great my Saviour is
And my heart overflows with love for Him
Because God’s idea for my redemption
Was in His heart before all this creation.
Psalms 92:5
