Created not void, but filled with glory,
She mirrors the Earth, wrapped in His story
The Earth breathes, whispers of wind,
Echoes of life, where her spirit begins
She hears the Earth’s groans, deep and profound,
Is it His spirit or pain’s heavy sound?
Moans of release, or sighs of despair,
Breath from the ground, lifting her there
From dust she blooms; in seasons, she grows,
Life renewed with each wind that blows
Like evergreens, enduring all strife,
She finds her strength in Earth’s quiet life
Planted deep, her roots take hold,
Sprouting forth, her harvest unfolds
Ah, she feels the Earth underneath her soul
The breath of His whispers takes hold
Now, His breath of Earth inspires her to breathe,
Life from the ground, now her eyes believe
Planted deep, she stands whole and strong,
Abloomed in grace, where she belongs
Not by man, but God who formed her soul,
The Creator’s vision makes her whole
She blooms with purpose, a light to see,
Adorned by love, forever free.