Driving over a hill, I wonder what I’ll see.
It may be a rock or a rill, it all is beauty to me.
Magnificent valley below, flowering bush and tall tree,
Swaying as the wind does blow, it all is beauty to me.
Climbing the mountain high with my head up in the cloud,
Breathing deeply, I sigh, and praise the Lord out loud.
Seeing the vista so wide, away from the noisy crowd,
With only birds at my side, I praise the Lord out loud.
Sailing along the coast, the wind and rain I brave,
I thrill with Jesus, my host, and with the freedom he gave.
Sitting on sandy shore, watching the crashing wave,
Thinking of God I adore, and the freedom He gave.
Walking through forest green, quiet meadow and lake,
I thrive in nature serene with each breath that I take.
Turning to go home, I plant my stake,
Planning again to roam with each breath that I take.