Rocks cry out in praise. Everything in nature knows the Maker.
The world around you.
Dust behind your wheels knows its Maker.
Pine cones know their Maker.
Baby calves know their Maker.
Air knows its Maker … And carries the sweetness of nature’s heavenly praise in wisps of pure glory to the ears of its Maker.
And, let your praise be carried to fill your Maker in heavy aroma of unthrottled, unchained praise.
‘“I tell you,” he replied, “if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.” (Luke 19:40 NIV)