As I awake, the truth meets flesh -

I breathe in life, so cool and fresh.

Crisp air is mine, my faithful friend.

I step on cabin's old wood floors -

and say a prayer before my chores.

This country's mine, my faithful friend.

I light lamp's weak and little torch -

then step out on my weathered porch.

Pre-morning's mine, my faithful friend.

Just standing still, like statuettes -

the trees are shadows, silhouettes.

Those trees are mine, my faithful friends.

Some clouds meander with the breeze -

so high above these lowly trees.

Those clouds are mine, my faithful friends.

The stars are there, while night enshrouds -

but shine light through the lowly clouds.

Those stars are mine, my faithful friends.

Nighttime dies, sun arises.

Colors scream, bright surprises!

That brightness mine, my faithful friend.

The morning rays I so embrace

are warming as they kiss my face.

The sun is mine, my faithful friend.

The Great Creator, I so love -

has wrath as rock, but grace as dove.

My God is mine, my faithful friend.

Creation grew and bore a Son.

There never lived another One.

The Lord is mine, my faithful friend.

Creation trembled, shook the land -

but Christ arose to God's right hand.

Now peace is mine, my faithful friend.

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