I gazed at the stars in the sky
Each one distinct from each other,
The Lord knew them by name.
I looked at the creation and worshiped the creator.
I looked at the birds soaring in the air
Spreading their wings, Carefree
The Heavenly Father feeds them all.
I looked at the creation and worshiped the creator.
I sat under the shade of a tree
And looked at the fruit it produced,
All perfect, producing good fruit to do the will of the Lord
I looked at the creation and worshiped the Creator.
I stood, the wind blowing through my hair.
“Lord, take control of my life.
Help me be like
The creation and worship the Creator.”