Down at Johnson's Creek the trees grow tall, like a man who feeds his soul on your word,
And I can look in the water, I can see the stars fall,
Hear the fires crackle and the crickets chirp,
And there are bluffs on the banks of the Cumberland where I can see the sunrise from a world away,
And I can see the marvellous things that you have done, and the beautiful world that you have made.
And in the winter it's white, in the summer it's green,
And in the fall it's orange and red, and gold,
Then it comes alive in the rites of spring, when the rivers thaw and the flowers unfold,
And there are beads of dew on a spider's web,
And there are motes of dust in these beams of light,
We who are bone and spittle, and muscle and sweat, we live together in a world where it's good to be alive.
'Cause it flutters and floats, it falls and it climbs,
It spins and sputters, and spurts,
And you filled this world with wonders 'round every turn,
And it buzzes and beeps, it shimmies and shines,
It rattles and patters, and purrs,
And you filled this world with wonders, and I'm filled with the wonder of your world.
If there's a better world and a brighter day, even brighter than the one we're in, we'd all be fools to think that it could be made by the wills and the hands of foolish men,
So, Lord, to you we give our deepest praise, and to you we sing our loudest songs,
And while we live in the world that you have made, we hear it whisper of a world...of the world that is to come.
'Cause it flutters and floats, it falls and it climbs,
It spins and sputters, and spurts,
And you filled this world with wonders 'round every turn,
And it buzzes and beeps, it shimmies and shines,
It rattles and patters, and purrs,
And you filled this world with wonders, and I'm filled with the wonder of your world.
