by Andrew Courtney

Creation flowing through your veins 
Filling the Earth with the sweet rain it longs for 
Vermillion rivers of forgiveness 
Sturdy mountains – your foundation 
Son shining 
You call us 
Trees growing ever so high, reaching for the skies 
Hearts following suit, hands praising like branches 
We follow  

Beaches of sand, beaches of change 
Dry, parched souls filled with waves of magnificent blue: