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March 10, 2014
Let the sea roar and all it contains,
The world and those who dwell in it.
Let the rivers clap their hands,
Let the mountains sing together for joy
Before the Lord, for He is coming to judge the earth.
Ask the trees who it is due our honor and praise. Ask the granite mountains and fertile plains who it is that made and controls them. Ask the sea and all that dwell there; ask the coursing rivers who it is due exaltation and glory.
And if man refuses, if man be so puffed up that he has praise only for himself with none left over for the one true God, then the trees and birds and mountains and rivers and streams will pick up the song. The ocean depths, in their watery baritone, will sound forth psalms of praise. The very air we breath will issue eloquent cantatas to the glory of its Maker. And even the lowly pebbles upon which man so blithely trods will send forth cries of worship and glory and praise...