On the highest mountains,
The valleys and the glens,
His voice is loud and clear
Across the windswept fens.
Deep within the forest
Beneath the tallest trees,
He finds a place for bluebells,
To protect them from a breeze.
Beside a babbling brook
You can hear the song He sings,
Ever rippling, ever flowing,
Murmuring a thousand things.
God's work here on the land,
Is seen in every season
And everything He planned
Was created for a reason.
He gave the earth to man,
A gift from Heaven above,
God's work is never done
As He touches us with love.
Written by Marian Jones
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