all things their Creator bless

In the early morning hours, the birds have been calling across the treetops.  I haven’t figured out what bird it is, but at least one of them is as good as a loud alarm clock.

 I hear you, little bird,                  
Shouting a-swing above the broken wall.                  
Shout louder yet: no song can tell it all.  
Sing to my soul in the deep, still wood:   
‘T is wonderful beyond the wildest word:
I ‘d tell it, too, if I could.              

Oft when the white still dawn
Lifted the skies and pushed the hills apart,
I ‘ve felt it like a glory in my heart,
(The world’s mysterious stir)
But had no throat like yours, my bird,
Nor such a listener.
~E. Markham

I’m reminded that Jesus emphasized praise by saying … “I tell you if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out,” when the Pharisees wanted him to rebuke his disciples for their joyful exclamations.

In the mornings, the birds offer their loud praise to the creator … I join in with songs of praise … 

All creatures of our God and King
Lift up your voice and with us sing,
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Thou burning sun with golden beam,
Thou silver moon with softer gleam!

O praise Him! O praise Him!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

Thou rushing wind that art so strong
Ye clouds that sail in Heaven along,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Thou rising moon, in praise rejoice,
Ye lights of evening, find a voice!

Thou flowing water, pure and clear,
Make music for thy Lord to hear,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Thou fire so masterful and bright,
That givest man both warmth and light.

Dear mother earth, who day by day
Unfoldest blessings on our way,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
The flowers and fruits that in thee grow,
Let them His glory also show.

Let all things their Creator bless,
And worship Him in humbleness,
O praise Him! Alleluia!
Praise, praise the Father, praise the Son,
And praise the Spirit, Three in One!