Be praised, my Lord
For being this bold
To speak to our hearts so cold
About evils we personally hold
And with our acts have extolled
Valuing them more than gold
Our morals we have sold
Be praised, my Lord
For your servant you have told
We need to our hearts remould
According to your word
And grace untold
For the salvation of our world
As your servant has implored
Be praised, my Lord
For your bold servant
And for us your servants
That are just but remnants
Of your unending grants
Through animals and plants
That man recklessly haunts
Be praised, my Lord
For you constantly remind
Every constituent of mankind
To be just just and kind
To the fore and the hind
Even as our lives unwind
Through darkness of blind
Be praised, my Lord
For making me a steward
Inviting me to steward
That which you reward
Mother earth with from mud
Despite acting mad,
Making you constantly sad
Be praised, my Lord
For expressing your stand
About the works of your hand
Seeking of us nothing grand
But actions at hand
To heal both sea and land
By Francis’ encyclical we stand
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