The Greatest Song of Them All

When the time comes to pen these words
May they be thrown away
because the greatest song has already been written
It's the crashing of the waves
The fluttering of flowers in the breeze
The chirps of birds carried through the air
The clapping of the trees
It's Your creation, Lord
Singing the greatest song of all
They know nothing else but to move to the rhythm of Your voice
to respond to the grip of Your hand
Do they need words? They dare not
Because words mask out the music around
It's always in tune, every part
And dare I sit here
and not let Your creation move my heart?
So here I sit in Your presence, my words silent
As I listen to the greatest song of them all