You give us the sands on the desert
You give us the waves on the shore
We take what we please from the rivers and seas
And still we keep asking for more

You give us the mountains and valleys
You give us the trees and the air
We saw and we burn
And still we don't learn
And it seems that nobody cares

Are you the Giver who longs for the gift that you bring?
How can You always be all things to all things?

You give us the seasons in order
To nourish and build up the land
With the plow and the hoe
We make the seeds grow
And still things get out of hand

You give us our animal brothers
The feather, the fur, and the fin
We trap and we train
Till so few remain
We swear we won't do that again
Are you the Giver who longs for the gift that you bring?
How can You always be all things to all things?