Rays of light that pierce through leaves fall on our skin
We are allowed
We look skyward
His hands are glorious
Maker of all
We are attached to his every work
Wind moves through our hair
Oh God,
We feel your spirit shining on us
You're so beautiful
One chance to live this life
One chance to sacrifice
This treasure is wonderful
How could they be so num

Rays of light that pierce through leaves fall on our bodies
We are allowed
We are skyborn
His hands are strong
Maker of all
We are attached to his every work
How could they be so numb not to see this?
How could they love greed and not want this?
How could they be so dead not to live this?
How could they be so emptry not to love this
not to love this precious life?