Hymn

Through the green leaves of the trees I look up to the sky
And consider God, the artist who created from on high.
I think upon the splendor in this glorious world of ours,
Comparing it to conflict here at home and distant shores.

Confusion reigns within my heart for God is peace, not war.
Souls forget the love within, humanness comes to the fore.
Emotions flare and reason flees, all thoughts of love are tossed
Where are the speakers for the dead—who shudder at the cost?

The speakers are not silent, they cry out to Him above
Who is our only hope for peace, and some day it will come
When all the Saints will ever live within the light of joy
And cries of happiness, not pain their voices will employ.

Glory! Hallelujah! …that God is still the one
That gave the chance for calm to reign because he sent his Son.
To Him who listens patiently to all our fervent prayers
He’s always present, never failing us because he cares.

When the focus of our eyes upon the world that we can see
Is this old earth of toil and woe, then look up and through the trees.
Set your heart to what can’t be seen, to what only God can give
The peace that passes understanding because our Savior lives!
Mary Katherine May
August 9, 2006