Adam M. Contreras - Creation's Song Lyrics

A gentle round of applause
As the leaves rustle in the breeze
The earth clapping the Lord's praise from the trees
A soft caress of a cool wind
Set forth the subtle sway
The green and gold against the sky of blue
Rest in God's praise

The waters flow as they've been directed
And they climb toward the shore
Anxious to find the land where stands the Lord
The waves wrap over itself
As a robe that drags across the floor
So calm yet eager in pursuit of the Father
Each tide returns for more

Golden rays illuminate the wide open field
That yields a population of wheat
Like hands lifted in a worshipful ease
They dance as the wind whispers groans of the Spirit
Creation crying out its praise
Exalting the Lord