As the trees of the wood
Are moved by the wind
Let my heart be stirred
for You.
As the birds of the air
Soar up to the sun
Let my spirit lift praise
to You.
As the flowers of the field
Bloom in great glory
May my life release beauty
through You.
As my feet on this earth
Are treading these paths
May my patterns be chosen
by You.
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