ECHOES FROM PSALM 8

Out of the mouths of countryside children,
children both small and eager,
come wonder at Glory; come laughter and praise.

Veiled from the silver-screen, noise and hustle;
unsurrounded by sweets, and by toys;
far from concrete, and streets in a maze,

they are fellows with puddle and bug, sheep and cow,
loving family, and horses that graze.
Such joys, from Your Hand, are the Praise of their days.