Nature Meets Me

[Verse 1]
When I open the door, the morning sighs,
A robin cuts the air with its joyful cries.
The wind wears the scent of pine and dew,
And the earth feels old, yet somehow new.

[Chorus]
Nature meets me, where the wild things play,
In the rustling leaves and the amber hay.
It whispers soft, like a friend who knows,
Life and movement, where the river flows.

[Verse 2]
The creek hums a tune, soft as a hymn,
While the sun paints gold on the canyon's rim.
A deer lifts its head, startled and still,
And I breathe it in, every valley, every hill.

[Pre-Chorus]
The rhythm of life, it beats in the trees,
A melody carried on the breeze.

[Chorus]
Nature meets me, where the wild things play,
In the rustling leaves and the amber hay.
It whispers soft, like a friend who knows,
Life and movement, where the river flows.

[Bridge]
In the still of dusk, the stars appear,
The vastness speaks, and the silence is clear.
It’s a story written, in bark and stone,
Reminding me, I’m never alone.

Nature Meets Me

Lyrics 

Snow is falling soft across the field,
Lantern on the porch is glowing still.
Mama hums a carol in the door,
Daddy shakes the snow in from the cold.

There’s ribbon on the railings, cookies on a plate,
Footprints up the driveway where the ones I love are late.


Christmas at the old front door,
Laughter spilling on the hardwood floor.
Every hug a little prayer
Thankful just to have you there.
Hearts like candles, shining more and more,
Christmas at the old front door.


Kettle on the stove begins to sing,
Granddad tells the same old tales again.
Kids all press their faces to the glass,
Watching for your headlights rolling past.

There’s tinsel on the banister, holly on the wall,
But you’re the missing present till we hear your engine call.


Christmas at the old front door,
Laughter spilling on the hardwood floor.
Every hug a little prayer
Thankful just to have you there.
Hearts like candles, shining more and more,
Christmas at the old front door.


If the road is dark and icy,
Follow every friendly light.
There’s a place beside the fire
And your name in grace tonight.


Christmas at the old front door,
Leave your worries in the winter storm.
Every soul that makes it home
Turns this house to more than stone.
Hand in hand we’re shining more and more—
Christmas at the old front door.


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