You – who made rocks and grass and trees
and air to sweetly breathe
and warm earth beneath my feet.
You – who arranged the stars in place
and let us experience the joy of taste
and gave Love itself a human face.
You – who sends sunlight streaming down
and thought up music, that heart-wrenching sound
and dresses the Church in a bright white gown.
You – who sets captives free
and rejoices over us with eternal glee
and considered us worth choosing the tree.
You – who have done all this
and have prepared for us a new world of bliss;
You I will follow, and choose you anew
each morning, each hour, and each evening too.