Rolling In

 

Rolling in

As I lay here on my back in the sand

I see clouds floating right in front of me

Rolling in I see it Your glory displayed 

The clouds taking different shapes

But every one sings of who You are

The sun starts to hide behind the earth

It sets itself so that it radiates the King

What beauty displayed by my Creator

Who molded me in my mother’s womb

And created me so unique in His image

I could sing of Your wondrous creation

Because there’s so much of it to see

From the beaches to the mountains high

To the lakes, rivers and deserts low

Every day starts with a new sunrise

And every evening with a new sunset

Displaying glorious colors from God above