For the 24 February bulletin
I am leading worship this morning and will be playing a video during service. The lyrics of the song in the video can be found below. It is a song by a group called Celtic Thunder.
All God's creatures got a place in the choir,
Some sing low and some sing higher,
Some sing out loud on the telephone wire,
Some just clap their hands or paws or anything they got, now.
Listen to the top where the little bird sings,
And the melodies, and the high notes ringing,
And the hoot-owl cries over everything,
And the blackbird disagrees.
Singing in the night time, singing in the day,
And the little duck quacks, and he's on his way,
And the otter hasn't got much to say,
And the porcupine talks to himself.
The dogs and the cats, they take up the middle,
Where the honeybee hums, and the cricket fiddles,
The donkey brays, and the pony neighs,
And the old gray badger sighs.
Listen to the bass it's the one on the bottom,
Where the bullfrog croaks, and the hippopotamus,
moans and groans with a big to do,
And the old cow just goes moo.
It's a simple song, a little sung everywhere,
By the ox and the fox and the grizzly bear,
The dopey alligator and the hawk above,
The sly old weasel and the turtledove.
CHORUS x 3
All God's creatures got a place in the choir.