Our Sunday afternoon drive was to
where we followed the road signs and read the brochure
- through binoculars that didn't reach as far as we would have liked.
And the whole time, Sunday morning music was stuck in my head:
All Creatures of our God and King
As we took a different road back,
we spotted a century old church reaching to the heavens from the prairie.
Lift up your voice and let us sing.
We drove the one lane to our photo opportunity,
with water lapping each side of the road
O Praise Him.
and saw more life there than we even tried to see at the refuge.
Let all things their Creator bless
and worship Him in humbleness
Praise, praise the Father
Praise the Son
Thou rushing winds that art so strong
Ye clouds that sail in heaven along
Oh, praise Him