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 sun rise

From a world away

And I can see the marvelous things

That You have done

In 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 shimmeys 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 spu