THE GRATITUDE OF MANKIND
Father, I love this garden You have given me; I love to traverse its climes; hold these seas to my heart and feel their motion and inhale their powerful winds. I hold the stars to my mind and dream fantastic dreams and hold the moon in my hand and see my face in its glow. I gratefully toil in these rich soils and sunlight and my spirit, mind, and body expand in thanksgiving and gratitude as I live out another Holy drama in Your infinite love and grace. Praise be to Thee, Almighty God, forever.