Thank the Man

How could I ever thank the man who holds up the moon Who makes the stars shine to brighten the night and gave the blue bird its tune Who writes a story on colossal trees every spec of bark holds a chapter The man who creates a fairy of love in the midst of each child’s laughter The one who plants flowers in earth to give color to the land Who created mountains and grassy plains for animals to graze upon He made rain to nurture the dryness that’s produced by the sun And the sun to dry the dew on the valley’s when the rainstorms have gone He gave us hearts to feel compassion and minds to teach the world Gave us mouths to speak of his holiness and ears to be told How could I ever thank the man who formed my lungs to breath He is the beginning, the present, the end and he lives inside of me