He made the ground on which we walk,
He made the air we breath. His hand
Was in the clouds that brought the rain,
The greening of the barren soil.
He made them all before we knew,
That we might know the love he feels,
His heart's desire to do us good.
Then why do we seek for ourselves,
Or fill our lives with our own works,
As if on our own we exist?
To praise and love him, to return
Our lives to his unfailing care--
This is how we find ourselves,
This is the place of highest joy,
Deepest wonder and fulfillment.
He will take the life surrendered,
Makeof it something surpassing
Anything we see around us.
The center of His creation,
The delight of His heart, and the
Culmination of His glory
Is simply one life lived for Him.
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