God’s breath, he breathed in thee.
The trees swayed
The birds sang
God’s son, he lived and died for thee.
The sun shone
The streams, they flowed.
God’s child, you and me.
The flowers bloomed
In soil turned by you and me.
God grows it all with grace and glory
As, with you and me.
Thus, let it be.
Amen.
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