Did you ever see the mountains that are covered up with snow, or see a sun set in the West with purple afterglow?
Have you ever seen a newborn calf a-wobbling to its feet, and though it's only minutes old it knows just where to eat?
You can't climb upon a saddle horse and cross the prairie sod, or see an eagle on the wing and not believe in God.
A cowboy doesn't worship in a building made of stone, but worships with his Maker out with nature all alone.
His church is in the great outdoors; the valley, heaven's gate, his favorite hymn's a coyote that is calling to its mate.
He makes his own communion as a choir of songbirds sing, as he cups his hands and drinks the fresh cold water from a spring.
With the budding of the springtime and with autumn's goldenrod a cowboy lives with nature and the wonders of his God.
So, when you hear a meadowlark that's singing from his perch, he's inviting you to worship with him there at Nature's Church.
[Yvonne Hollenbeck]
Psalm 29:2 ... Give unto the Lord the glory due unto his name; worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness. ❤
