What a wonderful autumn we have had.

The trees especially have lifted up their colorful branches

And continually cried out, OUR GOD REIGNS!

You haven’t heard their magnificent shout out?

Let those who have ears hear, those who have eyes see.


I must have been a weird little kid,

And now I’m probably a weird old man.

But as I grew up I knew within my soul,

As I heard any animal belt out their voice

Each was declaring, OUR GOD REIGNS!


The meadowland cows across from the Village years ago

Would look up from their grazing, blink, and say Moooo–OUR GOD REIGNS!

Your grandma’s favorites were the little lambs and goats born in the spring,

As they celebrated their birth with a quirky little dance

To proclaim to one and all, OUR GOD REIGNS!


All the animals of the earth, the trees of the forest,

All creation takes a deep breath and bellows out in their own voice, OUR GOD REIGNS!

What voice has God given you to make such a proclamation?

Some He’s given a set of colors and a paint brush.

I used to think I had to stand and shout it out, then someone gave me a laptop.


Louis Armstrong was given a trumpet, an infectious smile and a raspy voice.

But as I watched him I swear I could hear, OUR GOD REIGNS!

Father God has given each of us our own voice to proclaim His greatness.

Some He gives a servant’s heart, others a listening ear, someone else, patience.

When an individual knows their message, they just can’t keep quiet.