I live in this beautiful place and it inspires both art and music in most of the members of this family. I often hear one of my little girls wandering around under the pine trees, just singing about everything around her. One day, soon after we moved here, I was thinking about the idea of "praise" and how it's not just saying "I praise you" --although that's better than nothing-- it's actually pointing out reasons for praise. I thought, that God, like me, probably likes to get a specific compliment. "I think you're awesome because. . . " So, I began this habit of noticing what is cool about God in my surroundings/circumstances and saying it aloud. This song was somewhere near the beginning of that understanding.

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I love the way the snowflakes fall on my face and open palm

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Bringing Winter’s lovely calm ‘neath the pine trees standing tall.

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I love the white around their feet, sun rays shining through the green

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Dark, wet bark that hides beneath and beyond, the red rock peaks. . .


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All this beauty that you made, how it takes my breath away!

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You are lovely beyond words and the songs of the birds

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Praise, praise, praise your works.



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I love to find some hidden place behind the mountain’s rosy face,

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A secret valley where elk graze and swallows dive above the lake.

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I love to count the kinds of flowers, taste the rose hips (sweet and sour)

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Watch the honeybees an hour ‘til the clouds roll in a shower. . .


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I love the way a summer rain scents the air with pine and sage,

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How the colors saturate until I want to write or paint.

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I love the sun behind the clouds, the way the lightening walks around

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Gold and silver shining out, a brilliant rainbow arching down. . .