You love the flowers, the sun and the sky-
You’ve bestowed beauty on every riverside.
You’ve given us grain, fruit and trees
We’ve polluted every one of your blessings
We have the audacity to cry out-
“Why did you make it this way?”
We falter and lose faith in your glory.
We seek to soothe our disparaging souls.
We quickly turn our backs on you,
The author of light, love and redemption.