When through the woods,
and forest glades I wander,
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees.
When I look down, from lofty mountain grandeur
And see the brook, and feel the gentle breeze.
Then sings my soul, My Saviour God, to Thee,
How great Thou art, How great Thou art!
I'll be here through Tuesday (look for a guest blogger for Ruby Tuesdays). Wish you were here...I'll try to soak in enough of God's beauty and inspiration to share when I get back.