All things exist because of Thee
The stars in every galaxy
The sun by day to give us light
The moon to shine for us each night
The raging winds, the pouring rains
The deserts vast, the fertile plains
The mountains, valleys and the seas
The leaves that rustle in the breeze
All that happens, You have planned
You have the world within Your hand
The earthquakes, tremors and the droughts
The rich, the poor, the layabouts
You take the clay out of the fields
To wet and trample till it yields
And when the clay has been abased
You mold the vessel to Your taste
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