Lord of Creation,
create in me
a continuous harvest
of thanksgiving,
never ravaged
by the drought of looking afar
for springs of hope,
to energize;
Never darkened by the longing
for deep wells,
leaked out,
running dry,
of blind, worldly words;
to lighten me,
but only filled, spilling forth,
Your Joy,
Your salvation,
Your fulfillment of all
longings....
Never ending,
always renewed
forever freshened,
By Your Truth.
Overflowing with praises,
inward graces,
breathed out
For your Glory,
alone.