This is a song/poem that my brother Jeremy wrote a long time ago, when he was probably around fourteen or fifteen. The third verse is my addition.

Softly, oh so softly
The rain is falling down
Slowly, oh so slowly
The teardrops touch the ground
Quietly, so quietly
The trees are whispering now
They speak a strange and ancient tongue
They’re singing “Glory to the Lamb”

Louder, and still louder
More voices join the song
The whistling wind—a violin
The rivers sing along
But all at once the music stops
A silence sweet and long
Until the rolling thunder crashes
Singing “Glory to the Lamb”
—–
And all the earth awaits and groans
The day of Resurrection
Our souls alike yearn for the day
When we shall reach perfection
For on that Day we’ll see His Face
To which we’ve been conformed
We’ll join the rest of God’s creation
Singing “Glory to the Lamb”