See the waving
Of green prairie grass in the sun.
Who makes it wave?
And when autumn leaves blow
Just like winter pelted snow,
What makes it go?
Who has it so?
He with the breath of life,
Through joy and strife,
Makes it strong and sound.
He turns the world around.
Whether the bleat of a new-born sheep
Or the litter of falling leaves
Or the flutter of wings in the trees,
It’s He who blows the breath
And a life-giving breeze.
Spirit gives wind to life everlasting
Like a song that will never end.