Glorious Creator

Our hearts hear trillions of angels
praise You in heaven song language.

We humans, creatures of Your Earth,
quake in Your presence, Thunder Voice.

You expose shameful presumptions:
the doctrine of discovery;

manifest destiny; natives
enslaved, plundered, decimated.

Holy Judge, You bellow in fires;
You roar with falling sequoias.

We cringe at lightning strikes and cry
torrents for torrential rains.

Grateful for carbon-absorbing,
oxygen-producing forests,

in awe of Your waterfall or
ocean wave voice, we kneel transfixed.

Come soon to preside, Peace-Giver;
empower humble Earth-keepers.

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