A Sunday Prayer 02 - Poem by David Harris
Oh Lord, as I look around,
at our green and wonderful world,
that you bequeathed to us.
Help us in our endeavours,
to make it stay that way.
Help us turn the tide of greed,
which wants to destroy what we have.
Help us nurture this green and fertile land,
so that we cannot only live here,
but all of your other creatures too,
from the largest to the smallest,
we all need guidance
from your sacred hands,
so that our planet,
stays a green and fertile land.
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