For all the bounty of the earth
That sustains my body,It’s the beauty of creation
That feeds what’s best in me.
The joy of sunshine on my wings,
The sweet bloom, the cool grass,
All fill me with a sense of peace
That I know will not pass.
For I was shaped by God’s own hand,
His breath gave life to me,
And He still feeds me what I need
To live life joyously.
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