We yearn for Your Home Place, Love,
where every body becomes
a happy, beauty-filled child.
Eager to see You, we walk, stand,
listen, watch in tree cathedrals.
Eager to be with You, we retreat,
camp, nest on protected lands.
Better to clean up streams and streets,
merrily tending Your Green Earth,
than travel for kicks, trashing seas.
Under Your spacious pavilion
we gather, telling joy stories,
chanting, singing Heaven’s Hearth Hymns,
growing glad resilient spirits.