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