Hallelujah of these verdant hills and hollows
Tumbles over land like froth on seaside breakers
Washing we who linger long in dusky shallows
Worship ever raised by humble twilight singers.
Tumbling over land like frothy seaside breakers
Hours ebb and flow awash in rhythmic swelling
Worship raised unceasingly by humble singers
Layers overlap amid this story's telling.
Decades ebb and flow awash in rhythmic swelling
Songs enflesh the metaphor of evening stillness
Overlapping layers build this story's dwelling
Packing substance into silence, our thoughts witness.
Singing metaphor enfleshed in evening stillness
Synchronous crescendo building, lull that follows
Silence richly filled with substance, our thoughts fill this
Hallelujah of His verdant hills and hollows.