All the mountains sing your praise
the trees dance in your wind spreading leaves and branches toward your sky;
the waters praise you,
they lap at the shore you set them to
they leap and rage upon boats and rocks
and yet, they still at your name.
Your beauty is set in all of creation,
the lines upon our skin, skin upon skin
your beauty cannot be concealed.
Your Spirit is weighty over all the Earth
filling the air
covering the deep
filling our hearts and the soil beneath;
the animals of the field, they drink you in.
The poet and the prophet you made,
the artist and the playwrite, the sculpture and the philosopher,
the musician and the gardeners all sing your praise.
Your beauty covers all the Earth,
even the mountains quake at your name;
we, we all sing your praise.
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