All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands
“You will go out in joy
and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills
will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field
will clap their hands.”
The imagery of this verse has always enthralled me. When I picture what the joy of God looks like, I imagine that the earth would have no other possible choice but to bow and applaud and sing and shake its head and stomp its feet. An all-encompassing celebration of its Maker that goes so deep that the very core of the earth would tremble with His goodness and light.
“The earth is God’s and everything in it.”
In my mind, I see God as the Great Lion of Judah, walking silently through the early reaches of the morning, observing all He has made and knowing, even as we break, smash, tear, twist and destroy…it is still good. Our hatred and cruelty cannot take away the glory of the mountains, cloaked in mist, or the utter eternity of the ocean, shattering waves against the coast. Our greed and ignorance will not make our skies any less blue or the stars any less endless.
The earth will continue on, celebrating in thunderstorms and swift gales, the joy of the Father and the peace of the Son.
And I heard from the trees a great parade.
And I heard from the hills a band was made.
And will I be invited to the sound?
And will I be a part of what you’ve made?
And I am throwing all my thoughts away.
And I’m destroying every bet I’ve made.
And I am joining all my thoughts to you.
And I’m preparing every part for you.