Trees move in solitude.
Rivers flow in magnitudes.
Birds sing in awe.

Then who am I
to not praise him?
Who am I, really,
to not show gratitude
if all living and non-living things
do something to honour you, Lord?

Then who am I
to not be thankful,
after being given everything
from my eyes to my toes?

I am no special being.
The air I breathe
is from you.
Every inch of me
is the work of your hands.

Then who am I, really,
to not be humbled
by the amazing things you do?
Then who am I
to not praise the name above all,
when mine is not
special at all?

People perish,
the world comes to an end.
I will also die someday.
Then who am I
to not honour Him
who endures forever?