My Lord most merciful,
Compassionate and regal,
To the heights outstanding,
To the depths fathomless,
I praise you for You're ever good,
May glory be to You,
To the one who makes sense of it all,
The order and the life,
The goodness and the beauty,
The suffering and the pain,
To the one who makes sense of it all:
Have my praise.

Great chunks of air,
Are spiraled near,
They bash the trees,
They strike my ears
And face between,

I hear them fierce,
I watch them run,
They through woods pierce,
And nature's heart
Is struck but firm.