When you look up to the blue sky,
and you see the birds fly,
Glory be to God,
Glory be to God,
Glory be to God.
When you see the mountains tall-
man's scyscrapers seem so small,
Glory be to God,
Glory be to God,
Glory be to God.
In the winter the ground fills with snow-
but in the spring the leaves begin to grow!
Glory be to God,
Glory be to God,
Glory be to God.
When you feel a gentle breeze,
All the troubles on your mind leave.
Glory be to God,
Glory be to God,
Glory be to God.
When you realise God is the Most Kind,
All your sorrows are left behind,
Glory be to God,
Glory be to God,
Glory be to God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem